By Christ it’s hot
Takes the strength that I’ve got
To sit down on my bottom and eat

Had a Chinese today
As I faded away
Cuz last night I was washed off me feet

Now the weather is dire
And my balls feel on fire
Like I’ve scorched off me old a scrotal  sac

But it’s never a drama
And as I call it Karma
Cuz tomorrow I’ll fly the fuck back

When circumstance changes
And flights rearrange
All their documents needed to board

I can ask Hanna’s mother
Cuz there is no other
That I trust when I’m travelling abroad.