Cruel Summer

Bananarama · Exotica

Hot summer streets
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

Released on the 1988 album Exotica, "Cruel Summer" is a defining track by the British pop group Bananarama. The song exemplifies the group's signature blend of new wave and dance-pop, characterized by its infectious rhythm and catchy melody. As part of their discography during the late 1980s, the recording helped solidify their status as one of the most successful acts of the era. The track remains a staple of their catalog, frequently appearing on greatest hits collections and anthologies that celebrate their enduring influence on pop music. Its upbeat tempo and polished production reflect the vibrant energy of the time, making it a recognizable anthem for fans of the genre.