We're shutting down,
Electronically and mentally,
The air conditioning is turned on periodically,
Once, every half hour,
My nose turns a bright shade of red by the end of every hour,
I closely resemble Rudolph,
With my brains chewed-off,
There's work and there's work calls,
How I have to attend them all,
In this scorching heat,
Has me feeling beat,
Functioning on will power,
And brain power,
The body has clearly given up,
With the temperatures constantly soaring up,
A rain would do us good,
It would instanantly cool down our hood.
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