Hot House

(álbum: More Fun In The New World - 1983)

I'm the man who wakes up in the middle of every night
My legs are steaming with rain beneath the cool, cool trees
The minute I touch you...
It ain't fair
I wanna be close to warm this awful home
Through the middle of me

The whole world loves a sad song
That they don't have to sing
We hide in the hot house

Loaded with thrills
Second only to none
Here in this hot house
We sit and sing and rant and rave
In our lovely hot house
Closed my eyes
Walking to the store
Found our mattress
Beside those old deadly trakes
We slept for a week
Cinders on the sheets
You went away and called and said
You had to stay another day

The whole world loves a sad song
That they don't have to sing
We hide in the hot house...