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Summer Scream

It’s a hundred and six in the shade, by God!
A hundred and six in the shade!
It’s hotter than any blue blazes by far.
I’m frying up eggs on the hood of my car.
It’s a record, but someone keeps raising the bar!
It’s a hundred and six in the shade!

I feel like I’m being sauteed, by God!
In vain for relief I have prayed!
I’m sweating so much, it’s disgusting to tell.
At twenty-five bucks, a cold brewski would sell.
I might as well die, I’m already in Hell!
It’s a hundred and six in the shade!

 

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