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



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