| Oooh this hot summer has got me down again,
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| Fry an egg on the street
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| Heatwaves awigglin' on the sidewalk,
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| Cops are droppin like flies on the beat,
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| I need a new lover to take me in,
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| Protect me from this humid air,
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| Be you from brooklyn, staten island or queens,
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| I don’t care
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| It don’t matter kinda lovin' you’re into,
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| Or how big your apartment might be,
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| All you need’s an air conditioner,
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| And you’re the man for me
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| You can pour me a glass of Perrier,
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| You can fan my fevered brow,
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| You can rub my down with alcohol,
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| But ain’t enough!
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| No how
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| You can lay me in a tub of ice,
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| You can spin me in a cold shower, too,
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| But if you don’t have an air conditioner,
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| I will not go home with you
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| It don’t matter kinda lovin' you’re into,
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| Or how big your ego might be,
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| All you need’s an air conditioner,
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| And you are the man,
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| You are the man,
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| You are the man,
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| You are my man,
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| You are the man for me
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| Bye, bye,
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| Bye, bye,
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| Buh buh buh badadadada,
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| Aooh aooh
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| What’s that you say?
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| You live by the hudson river?
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| And a breeze blows through your door?
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| Well, honey, if you don’t have
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| A freidrichs in your window,
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| I don’t want to hear anymore
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| You say you live in a penthouse,
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| You got a terrace with a view of the night,
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| Well, that’s swell,
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| But I really must tell you,
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| An air conditioner is a much prettier sight
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| It don’t matter kinda lovin' you’re into,
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| Or how big your apartment might be,
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| All you need’s an air conditioner,
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| And you’re the man oh,
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| You’re the man,
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| I don’t care what kinda lovin' you’re into,
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| Or how big your … might be,
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| All you need’s an air conditioner,
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| And you’re the man oh,
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| You’re the man oh,
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| You’re the man for me
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| Bada dah dah dah dah |