The Bouncing Souls
Its Not The Heat, It’s The Humanity
It's a four-alarm fricassee
Boy this heat is killing me
It's hot, it's hot, it's hot
It's hot tonight
It's dueling dicks in a deep-fry
It's hot standing next to these other guys
It's hot, it's hot, it's hot
It's hot tonight
It's sweaty snapper in a stir-fry
A blazing sun under a red sky
It's hot, it's hot, it's hot
It's hot tonight
It's sexy and it's wet
And the show ain't even over yet
How much better can get tonight?
It's so hot I can't even think
I need some air, I need a drink
Sweaty bodies everywhere
Down to their underwear tonight
My balls are sticking to my leg
Pass the 40, sippin' dregs
Raise the roof, let's set it off
'Cause we just can get enough tonight