Up around the pole
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Where the penguins patrol
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And the scientific gang
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Need a cozy place to hang
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There's a party in the makin'
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And all the igloos are a shakin'
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At the top of the world today
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Six months of dark's a bummer
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So they invent a little summer
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It doesn't take much
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Just a decorator's touch
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And a tropical state of mind
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And of course you add some wine
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And that's when it's time to play
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So turn up the heat
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And chill the rose
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Take off your Uggs
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And let your metatarsals play
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Even though the South of France
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Is 10,000 miles away
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We can turn up the heat
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And chill the rose
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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But grapes out on the ocean
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Are gonna feel some motion
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You don't want that pink wine bruisin'
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When that juice boat starts cruisin'
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You need some imagination
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To deal with temperature fluctuation
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Nobody wants to get burned
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I don't want be the last
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And I am surely not the first
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But out in the Sahara
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A man could die of thirst
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So before I left for Africa
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I planned for that mistaica
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I took rose from Porquerolles
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And coffee from Jamaica
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So turn up the heat
|
And chill the rose
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Stretch out on the beach
|
And let your metatarsals play
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Even though Le Select
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Is 10,000 miles away
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You'll survive the desert heat
|
If you chill the rose
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Don't matter if your North
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Or South of the Equator
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You can pour it over ice
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Or right from the 'frigerator
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A message in a bottle
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A tool to keep cool
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Cool Cool Cool
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Cool Cool Cool
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Now you know that outer space
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Is a very frigid place
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Nothing to sustain us
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All the way out past Uranus
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If we're gonna ride these rockets
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We need some protein in our pockets
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And a little wine for the ride
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So if you're looking for adventure
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Don't forget about thirst quenchers
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Life can be a banana split
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It can also turn to shit
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And if you're out of tweeter range
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And the landscape's getting strange
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Here's my advice to you
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Turn up the heat
|
And chill the rose
|
Take off your Uggs
|
And let your metatarsals play
|
Even though La Bete de Nazelles
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Is 10,000 miles away
|
We can turn up the heat
|
And chill the rose
|
|
Turn up the heat
|
And chill the rose
|
Stretch out on the beach
|
And let your metatarsals play
|
Even though the Eden Roc
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Is 10,000 miles away
|
You'll survive the summer heat
|
If you chill the rose
|
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
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So turn up the heat
|
And chill the rose
|
Stretch out on the beach
|
And let your metatarsals play
|
Even though the ocean's frozen
|
And there's mountains of sorbet
|
We'll survive this global warming
|
If you chill the rose
|
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
Yeah, yeah, yeah
|
Rose
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Turn Up The Heat And Chill The Rose
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| Jimmy Buffett |
