"Too Hot (For That)" - by Leila Hobbs. Enjoy! More to come so if you like what you hear click 'subscribe', please.
P.S. I just realized I actually messed up the lyrics in the very last chorus, darnit! Read below if you want to know what it's actually supposed to be :)
Lyrics:
It's summertime and the roadside stands are sellin'
Chilton County peaches and the watermelons
The locals all move slower and you'll soon see why
Keep up that pace and you'll be dead by July
It's too hot, for that. Hot as wooly underwear
Hot as a curling iron in your hair
Hot as a steaming cup of java, hot as a river of molten lava
Tell me that it's not, but it's too hot
Grab the local paper and the headline reads
"Flag Day Parade Cancelled Because Of The Heat"
The marching band went on strike, the mayor is upset
But have you ever played the tuba when it's covered, in sweat?
It's too hot for that, hotter than a stolen car
It's too hot for that, hot as the surface of a shooting car
Hot as a black dogs coat, hot as a Sunday roast
Tell me that it's not, but it's too hot
I swear that yesterday the mud puddles were boiling
If you smell something cooking, it's just your skin broiling
You know it's hot when the old timers start complaining
But at least there's only 60 days of summer, remaining
It's too hot for that, hotter than a bunsen burner
Too hot for that, it's as hot as Lana Turner
Hot as a lightning bolt, hot as the barrel of a .44 Colt
Tell me that it's not, but it's too hot
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