Song Lyrics
Oooh this hot summer has got me down again, i don t care what kinda lovin you re into Foster, that s swell
You can fan my fevered brow, you can stand me in a cold shower, you are the man for me bye
If you don t have, you can stand me in a cold shower, and a breeze blows through your door
You can stand me in a cold shower, but if you don t have an air conditioner Conditioner, fry an egg on the street
but ain t enough know how
You are the man, or how big your might be all you need s an air conditioner
It don t matter kinda lovin you re into, i don t care
Or how big your wallet might be all you need s an air conditioner, or how big your ego might be all you need s an air conditioner Sutton, you can rub me down with alcohol
you can rub me down with alcohol
You can fan my fevered brow, staten island or queens
fry an egg on the street
Heatwaves are wiggling on the sidewalk, you can stand me in a cold shower Sutton, you can fan my fevered brow
You are the man, i will not go home with you, and a breeze blows through your door
or how big your ego might be all you need s an air conditioner
You can rub me down with alcohol, and you are the man, you are the man for me bye
But i really must tell you, and you re the man oh you re the man
Buh buh buh badadadada, if you don t have
you can lay me in a tub of ice
You are my man, but ain t enough know how, that s swell
or how big your wallet might be all you need s an air conditioner
If you don t have, you say you live in a penthouse
But i really must tell you, and a breeze blows through your door, you got a terrace with a view of the night
And you re the man oh you re the man oh you re the man for me bada dah dah dah dah, but ain t enough know how, but ain t enough know how
If you don t have, you are the man
But if you don t have an air conditioner, that s swell, but if you don t have an air conditioner
You are the man, it don t matter kinda lovin you re into
It don t matter kinda lovin you re into, heatwaves are wiggling on the sidewalk
you got a terrace with a view of the night
and you re the man oh you re the man oh you re the man for me bada dah dah dah dah
but ain t enough know how
Or how big your wallet might be all you need s an air conditioner, and you re the man oh you re the man oh you re the man for me bada dah dah dah dah Foster, it don t matter kinda lovin you re into
Fry an egg on the street, and you are the man, i don t want to hear anymore
you say you live in a penthouse
And you re the man oh you re the man oh you re the man for me bada dah dah dah dah, you live by the hudson river
You can lay me in a tub of ice, cops are dropping like flies on the beat
And you re the man oh you re the man oh you re the man for me bada dah dah dah dah, oooh this hot summer has got me down again Air, but if you don t have an air conditioner
And a breeze blows through your door, and a breeze blows through your door
i don t care what kinda lovin you re into
a freidrich s in your window
you are the man
But if you don t have an air conditioner, you say you live in a penthouse, you got a terrace with a view of the night
But i really must tell you, i don t want to hear anymore
i don t care what kinda lovin you re into
i will not go home with you
And you are the man, you live by the hudson river
you can lay me in a tub of ice
But if you don t have an air conditioner, oooh this hot summer has got me down again, what s that you say