The Bouncing Souls - It's Not the Heat, It's the Humanity

It's hot
It's a four-alarm fricasee boy this heat is killing me
it's hot it's hot tonight
It's duelling dicks in a deep-fry
It's hot standing next to these other guys it's hot It's sweaty snapper in a stir-fry
A blazing sun under a red sky
It's hot
It's hot
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!

Written by:
BRYAN T. KIENLEN, GREGGORY A. ATTONITO, PETER WILLIAM STEINKOPF, SHALENDAR S. KHICHI

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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