Heatwave
Light the torch
Up the conditioner to 9
lotion on the double
We're baking HOT these times
Fan is high
body sleeping
Still to sweat
It is hard to cool off by
All the commotion
As we swim the waves to beat the heat
Uncle Fred and Aunt Sally
Taking us in their beamer to the beach
1000 people
baring few
feet in the water
and then TIME TO GO HOME
Old x'ers such as myself
keep inside to stay Oh! calm
Heavy Metal Heads
Rock and roll mosh pit
getting tan and hotter
That's where their energy is at
Mr.Kool Aid
knocking at my door
asking this:
HOW 'BOUT SOME HAWAIAN PUNCH?!
9:00 at night
85 degrees on the face
there is not a breeze within my door
HEATWAVE tomorrow
and then some more!!
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