Lyrics The Bouncing Souls

The Bouncing Souls

It's Not the Heat, It's the Humanity

It's hot, it's a four-alarm fricassee

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 hot… tonight

It's sweaty snapper in a stir-fry

A blazing sun under a red sky

It's hot - it's hot… tonight

It’s hot and 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 legs

Pass the 40; sipping dregs

Raise the roof let's set it off

Cause we just can get enough tonight!

Alright!

It's hot - it's hot… tonight