I remember it was a Friday night, just after Friends at nine
Just after we'd run out of wine
The taxi driver waited in the street, the rain ran down his 'window-screen'
The wipers barely coped with the stream
Me and her in the rain, it was the perfect summer
Me and her in the rain, it was the perfect summer
Everything seemed so marvellous, ridiculous in the rain
Running from the taxi we got soaked through
The gel in my hair turned to glue and her new top became a bit see-through
All the pubs were crowded the bars were full
Full of youngsters out on the pull
I remember thinking just how dull we must have seemed to them
Me and her in the rain, it was the perfect summer
Me and her in the rain, it was the perfect summer
Everything seemed so marvellous, ridiculous in the rain
We drank too much red wine too much beer
Soaking up the atmosphere
We both agreed we'd had enough in here
We got separated in the queue for the club
As we tried to go through she went in but the bouncers didn't like my shoes
Me and her in the rain, it was the perfect summer
Me and her in the rain, it was the perfect summer
Everything seemed so marvellous, ridiculous in the rain
The Policeman found her by the road
Cold and lifeless and unclothed
Except for one sock and the watch I bought her for her birthday
Me and her in the rain, it was the perfect summer
Me and her in the rain, it was the perfect summer
Everything seemed so marvellous, ridiculous in the rain