| Artist | Bananarama |
| Song | Cruel Summer |
| Album | Bananarama |
| Director | Brian Simmons |
| Music | Bananarama |
| Music | Greatest Hits Collection |
| Genre | Pop |
| Intro | No |
| Outro | No |
| Sound Mix | Stereo |
| Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
| Release date |
Bananarama endure a sweltering New York day while working around a gas station and wandering the city's streets. Their attempts to escape the oppressive heat turn into a comic road adventure when they climb aboard a truck and attract the attention of two bumbling police officers. The chase unfolds through Brooklyn's industrial streets, with the trio maintaining their cool, carefree attitude and even turning fruit into ammunition. The video gives the song's loneliness and summer misery a playful, distinctly 1980s visual treatment.
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Hot summer streets And the pavements are burning I sit around Trying to smile but The air is so heavy and dry Strange voices are saying 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 ... |