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Hans DeKline

Getting Hotter Every Summer
Artist(s): Hans DeKline

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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%


Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%


Category:
Pop


Subcategories:
1990s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Rock Alternative Pop


Keywords:
BBQ, Beach, Carefree, Celebrate, Cheerful, College, Cute, Fun, Funny, Happy, Hot, Light, Party, Playful, Summer, Teen, Weather, Youth


Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar


BPM:
108


Key:
C


Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo


Time Signature:
4/4


Lyrics:
Getting Hotter Every Summer

GETTING HOTTER EVERY SUMMER

Hey mother nature would you please chill out
Because this heat is gonna drive me insane
You got me wearin' twenty coats of SPF number 40 block
Even my shadow's runnin' for the shade
You know I can't forget how much I'm starting to regret
That I didn't buy a better ride
It's not as cool as I thought 'cos it keeps running hot
The radiator just flat-lined
On the way to the mall where they got AC
I could see a movie and get some ice cream
I'm stuck on the road, comatose
This is starting to feel like a bad dream

CHORUS:
The mercury's high – I feel so fried
Gotta try and find a place to hide
Man – It's getting' hotter every summer
The wind don't blow, there ain't no flow
Where can you go to just lay low
Man – It's getting' – it's getting' hotter every summer

Hey Mr. Ozone, we've been burnin' a hole
And now you're getting' your revenge in spades
Because the sun is beatin' down on me, a sweatin' fool without a pool
I swear that you could scramble an egg on my brain
Now I'm just like burnt toast, and overdose of those evil cathode rays
Am I hallucinatin' – the weatherman's sayin' he's moving to Norway
If I'm trapped in an icebox, what a paradox, at least I would be free
In this heat, even if I freeze, it's a better place than I be

CHORUS

I got five more box fans, cases of soda cans
Twenty-pound bags of ice
Four pairs of swin shorts – XL – and, of course
Comfort has a price
I bought a gazebo – just a placebo – the heat just flows right through
I tried everything, everywhere, anytime, anyhow
It all turns out to be no use

CHORUS



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