Track : Heatwave
Artist : Ethel Waters
Album : Golden Greats: Greatest Broadway Hits
songs I fucking love to death Heatwave by Ethel Waters from album Golden Greats: Greatest Broadway Hits
Duration : 3 minutes & 1 seconds.
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A heat wave blew right into town last week
She came from the island of Martinique
The can-can she dances will make you fry
The can-can is really the reason why
We're having a heat wave, a tropical heat wave
The temp'rature's rising, it isn't surprising
She certainly can can-can
She started the heat wave by letting her seat wave
And in such a way that the customers say that
She certainly can can-can
Gee
Her anatomy
Made the mercury
Jump to ninety-three
Yes, sir!
We're having a heat wave, a tropical heat wave
The way that she moves that thermometer proves that
She certainly can can-can
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It's so hot the weather man will tell you a record's been made
It's so hot a coat of tan will cover your face in the shade
It's so hot the coldest maiden feels just as warm as a bride
It's so hot a chicken laid an egg on the street and it fried
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She started the heat wave by letting her feet wave
It's so hot a hefty maiden lost twenty pounds from each side