Too Much Fahrenheit

 

The heat of it all, the swelt.  Triple digits and the wave.  Too much Fahrenheit, pull down the extra shade.  Cool off with cold white wine, drop in a cube.  Discovery mix.

Mosquitos must die, best they were never born, or hatched.  However they get here, damn them to hell quick.  Poisoning, swating, electrocution.  Draw blood.  Lather the deet,  keep watch.

Sinister people are among us, bent on authority.  But, we're not gonna take it, no we ain't gonna take, we're not gonna take it anymore.  Because you got to fight for your right to party, all in all it's just another brick in the wall.  We don't need your education, or your conversation.