Seven weeks until the summer,
My nights are long and sober,
Everybody's going out and I'm left all alone.
Is something wrong? Am I contagious?
Working for minimum wages,
Been flipping burgers now for ages
While my friends are home.

Hello, can I take your order please?
Yes, I'm a loser.
Seven weeks of fries with extra cheese,
Then I'm all done.

It won't be long,
Sunglasses on
It feels so wrong, when summer's gone.
We'll sing this song
Dance all night long.



- Gabriela;