Look at these rubes, their tropical drinks
Fresh ice cubes right there on the beach
This week has been great, it's been good times
Indulging in ice cream and light beer with limes
But it's time to get back up where there's all that hot air
Our bed bugs will be hungry, they'll need to be fed
Our mouse will have finished the peanut butter that we had left
The neighbors wouldn't miss us -- or so we thought
Eight hundred watts nightly blasted for naught
We've got to get back up where there's all that hot air
The city budget is probably perilously low
The Department of Finance needs both of us home
There's just too much recycling that we could screw up
Soon they'll need to justify keeping all those tow trucks
We've got to get back up where there's all that hot air
Gossip pages riddle who to report to
Bosses' thumbs twiddle unsure what to do
Council hopefuls grandstand but no one is left
Al Sharpton is feeling spiritually bereft
We've got to get back up where there's all that hot air
Recorded January 15, 2009 direct to mp3 at home in Long Island City, Queens.
