The scorching sun Takes away the fun No place to hide From the burning oven The children listless Glued to their mobiles No outdoor activities Takes away their smiles The dogs hiding Under the cars The burning weather Their bodies char Roads all empty Rarely a soul out The energy flagging Lemonade's no cure Summertime sadness Hits all beings The only people happy Are the farmers in glee. Summertime sadness The scorching sun Takes away the fun No place to hide From the burning oven The children listless
