Songs: Hot up on the Moon
All this time I thought it was yesterday
I drug the pennies from the well
But it ain’t no crime to be destitute
As far as I can tell
The Police they don’t like me
And me I don’t like them
But my wife she sicked them on me
And run off with my best friend
But things are looking up now
I found a dollar on the street
And now I’m only waiting
For you and I to meet
But there are somethings I should tell you
Even before we even meet
So we can understand each other
A sense of cold / A sense of heat
So we won’t be disagreeing
When it’s snowing late in June
If it’s so cold, cold cold here
Down on Earth
It must be Hot up on the Moon