It’s Not the Heat, It’s the Humanity Songtext
von The Bouncing Souls

Yeah, alright
It′s a four-alarm fricassee
Boy, this heat is killing me
It's hot, yeah, it′s hot, it's hot tonight, alright

It's duelling dicks in a deep-fry
It′s hot standing next to these other guys
It′s hot, yeah, it's hot, it′s hot tonight, alright

It's sweaty snapper in a stir-fry
A blazing sun under a red sky
It′s hot, yeah, it's hot, it′s hot tonight, alright

Go, Pete, go
Alright

It's hot and it's sexy and it′s wet
And the show ain′t even over yet
How much better can it get tonight?


It's so hot, I can′t even think
I need some air, I need a drink
(Whoa) sweaty bodies everywhere
(Whoa) down to their underwear tonight, ačright

My balls are sticking to my legs
Pass the 40, sipping dregs
(Whoa) raise the roof, let's set it off
(Whoa) ′cause we just can get enough tonight
Alright, woo!

Whoa, it's hot
Whoa, it′s hot
Whoa, it's hot, it's hot tonight

Raise the roof, set it off
′Cause we just can get enoug
It′s hot, it's hot, yeah, it′s hot tonight
Whoa, it's hot, yeah, it′s hot, it's hot tonight, alright, alright
It′s hot, it's hot,it's hot, it′s hot tonight, it′s hot tonight
Alright, woo!