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I start up mighty early, before that punishing sun

Got get this over, and get all my work done

But I can tell what’s coming, no need to glance at the sky

So I disappear by midday, leave those white bodies to fry

I bend to pick their thoughtlessness from the pavement

They don’t think but I know the rules of engagement

Beads of sweat burst fresh upon my brow

That’s just the way it will be, the way it was and is now

Hot hot hot, alright for the tourist

But hot hot’s not on my wish list

Burning on my back, not stripped to the waist

Nor by the pool, no drink in my hand, boy they’ve got it made

Two weeks on the Costas, their sweet reward

I must be invisible, could they ask for more

I’d swap in a heartbeat, for a cooler clime

I’d swap it in a moment, for another place and time

A long hot stretch for an honest day’s pay

That’s my lot, you have it your way

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