It’s hot, so hot you can fry an egg in the sun,
Or even get a sirloin steak well done,
You can boil a cup of green tea,
You can only dream of ice, snow and ski,
Your brain is getting cooked in your head,
Your liver feels like pate’ spread on bread,
Your eyes wink left to right, on their own,
The sun is so strong you get tanned to the bone,
So I go to the beach and I lay in the sun,
Behold now I look like a lobster on a bun,
So if you walk in the mall and you see someone lobster red,
It has to be me, (assuming I am not yet dead)


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