You're flushed now, don't you die
The sweat from your brows stings into your eyes
We don't have central air
And the dust mites sprinkle doo-doo in your hair

The pores tricked you to leave a stain
The dampness over you and driving you insane (for life)
So here it is, Labor Day
Wide awake, you wet your sheets
The summer's over, or has it just begun...?

There's a oscillating fan.
And a doorway to the bathroom with a can
Relax child, you will heal
Even though the 'soup' will make walls peel
It's a town where you can burn
To shake the dew, so you won't rue
This day is hot as Hell
Sticky all over the place
Suddenly the pools all close
You swim in perspiration

I-I will give a bath to you
I-I'll prevent you (from) turning blue
I-I'll protect you from this heat
I-am suff'rin' next to you, in silent humidity

-spoken during solo-
[Visualize skiing]
[Siberia and the North Pole]
[Santa Claus and the Polar Bears]
[You can lean on this ice pack]
[Ice pack]
[How's that then, better?]
[Ice me!]

If you open windows for me
You'll feel that temp has dropped a few degrees
The slog that filled the room
Has disappeared and the cheer replaced the gloom
Steaming half as much you learn
You're safe from the heat, that comes from the street
And through the sewer's stench
A jungle journey in your pits
Master of profusion, you can really fry
The humid stys, but you'll never die 'cause

I-I will give a bath to you
I-I'll prevent you (from) turning blue
I-I'll protect you from this heat
I-am stewing next to you...