(Kirsty MacColl) He said, 'Baby don't go' So she sat down again And they said they'd be friends Her mother said She'd told her so She'd made her own bed Now she'd have to lie in it, and the Time goes Summertime slow And the world stops turning And they're dancing in limbo, limbo, limbo Took my pills today But I don't feel better In a funny sort of way When it's too hot for anything It's too hot to sleep Your mind runs down to where The river runs deep, and the Time goes Summertime slow And the world stops turning And they're dancing in limbo, limbo, limbo His dream, peaches and cream A cheesecake betty from the celluloid screen So close he holds out his hand But she sleeps like a woman When he wakes like a man, and the Time goes Summertime slow And the world stops turning And they're dancing in limbo, limbo, limbo