She likes it hot
She likes a tan
She steals my infrared
When I'm gone

Oh no, I'm getting ready
We're heading for a heatwave
Oh no, I'm getting ready
We're heading for a heatwave

Her hair is bleached like it's been boiled
She browns herself in a sea of olive oil
And I come around and she's relaxing, relaxing
In the conservatory

Her legs are brown
A face of rust
She's in love
With a MKII deluxe

Oh no, I'm getting ready
We're heading for a heatwave
Oh no, I'm getting ready
We're heading for a heatwave

Her hair is bleached like it's been boiled
She browns herself in a sea of olive oil
And I come around and she's relaxing
In the conservatory
Her legs are brown
A face of rust
She's in love
With a MKII deluxe

Oh no, I'm getting ready
We're heading for a heatwave
Oh no, I'm getting ready
We're heading for a heatwave
Oh no, I'm getting ready
We're heading for a heatwave