Cruel Summer
Bananarama · Bananarama
And the pavements are burning
I sit around
Too hot to handle, baby
Trying to smile
But the air is so heavy and dry
Strange voices are saying
What did they say
Things I can't understand
It's too close for comfort
This heat has got right out of hand
It's a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel, cruel summer
Now you're gone
The city is crowded
My friends are away
And I'm on my own
It's too hot to handle
So I got to get up and go
It's a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel,
It's a cruel cruel summer
Now you're gone
You're not the only one
It's a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me
Leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel,
It's a cruel cruel summer
Now you're gone
It's a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel, cruel summer
Now you're gone
You're not the only one
It's a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me
Leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel,
It's a cruel cruel summer
Now you're gone
You're not the only one
Cruel Summer
Bananarama's self-titled debut album established the trio as defining figures of the new wave and synth-pop movements in the United Kingdom. Released in 1983, the record showcased their signature harmonies and upbeat production, securing their place in the pop canon. The title track, Cruel Summer, stands as a quintessential example of their early sound, blending catchy melodies with the energetic rhythms that characterized the era. While the group would later achieve massive commercial success with hits like Robert De Niro's Waiting and Shy Boy, this initial release laid the groundwork for their enduring discography. The song remains a staple of their catalogue, reflecting the vibrant spirit of early eighties pop music and the band's ability to craft memorable, danceable anthems that resonated with audiences worldwide.