Feel the Heat

Original Song: "Ain't She Sweet" by Milton Ager & Jack Yellen

Feel the heat
As you're walking down the street
And the cows all give evaporated milk
In this heat

Get inside
Or the sun will fry your hide
And the fields of corn have started popping now
Countrywide

The garbage cans are all deforming
I'm not a fan of global warming

Crazy heat
Makes you beg for snow or sleet
And Vanilla Ice is now Vanilla steam
In this heat

[sizzling hot instrumental break]

Feel the heat
Buns are baking in the street
And the squirrels are trying hard to chill their nuts
In this heat

I'm so fried
Think my brain is liquified
So I opened up a quart of ice cream and
Got inside

The temperature keeps going higher
And now my sunblock's caught on fire

Feel the heat
From your head down to your feet
So I made you mad to get an icy stare
In this heat

And my shadow's sticking to the sidewalk now
In this heat