(To the tune of “Let It Snow”)
Oh the weather outside is frightful, But the air is so delightful, And since we've no place to go, Let it broil, let it broil, let it broil.
It doesn't show signs of easing, But we have some ice cream for eating, The blinds are pulled way down low, Let it broil, let it broil, let it broil.
When we finally say good-bye, How I hate to have to step outside, But if I really crank the air, All the way home I won't care!
The temperature is oppressive, And the humidity is offensive, But as long as the air blows so, Let it broil, let it broil, let it broil!
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