Well it's hotter 'n blazes and all the long faces / there'll be no oasis for a dry local grazier
I don't really like listening to the radio so much.
Are you still jumping out of windows in expensive clothes?
Well, they'll bark you down like carneys, sell you Christmas cards in June.
Did the devil make the world while God was sleeping?
Let me fall out of the window/ With confetti in my hair