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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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