Song parody of
Air Conditioner
by Sutton Foster
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Oh this hot summer has got me down
You can fry an egg on the street
Heat waves are wigglin' on the sidewalk
Cops are droppin like flys on the beat.
I need a new lover to take me in
Protect me from this humid air
Be you from Brooklyn, Staten Island or Queens, I don't care!
It don't matter what kinda lovin' your into
Or how big your apartment might be,
All ya needs an air conditioner
And your the man for me.
You can pour me a glass of Perrier
You can fan my fevered brow
You can rub me down with alcohol
That ain't enough?
No how.
You can lay me in a tub a ice
You can stand me in a cold shower too
But if you don't have an air conditioner
I will not go home with you.
It don't matter what kinda lovin' your into
Or how big your ego might be
All ya needs an air conditioner
And you are the man, you are the man, you are the man, you are the man, you are the man for me.
By and by
By and by
Ba ba ba ba ba ba dah dah dah dah
bao bao bao
What's that you say?
You live by the Hudson river?
And a breeze blows through your door?
Well honey, if you don't have a Fredricks in your window,
I don't want to hear anymore.
You say you live in a penthouse
You gotta terrace with a view a the night
Well that's swell but i really must tell you
An air conditioner's a much prettier sight.
It don't matter what kinda loving your into
Or how big your apartment might be
All you needs an air conditioner
And your the man oh your the man.
I don't care what kinda lovin your into
or how big your .... might be
All you needs an air conditioner
And your the man oh
Your the man oh
Your the man yeah for me.
Oh this hot summer has got me down
You can fry an egg on the street
Heat waves are wigglin' on the sidewalk
Cops are droppin like flys on the beat.
I need a new lover to take me in
Protect me from this humid air
Be you from Brooklyn, Staten Island or Queens, I don't care!
It don't matter what kinda lovin' your into
Or how big your apartment might be,
All ya needs an air conditioner
And your the man for me.
You can pour me a glass of Perrier
You can fan my fevered brow
You can rub me down with alcohol
That ain't enough?
No how.
You can lay me in a tub a ice
You can stand me in a cold shower too
But if you don't have an air conditioner
I will not go home with you.
It don't matter what kinda lovin' your into
Or how big your ego might be
All ya needs an air conditioner
And you are the man, you are the man, you are the man, you are the man, you are the man for me.
By and by
By and by
Ba ba ba ba ba ba dah dah dah dah
bao bao bao
What's that you say?
You live by the Hudson river?
And a breeze blows through your door?
Well honey, if you don't have a Fredricks in your window,
I don't want to hear anymore.
You say you live in a penthouse
You gotta terrace with a view a the night
Well that's swell but i really must tell you
An air conditioner's a much prettier sight.
It don't matter what kinda loving your into
Or how big your apartment might be
All you needs an air conditioner
And your the man oh your the man.
I don't care what kinda lovin your into
or how big your .... might be
All you needs an air conditioner
And your the man oh
Your the man oh
Your the man yeah for me.
