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Three Monkeys It's so hot here the wind
forgets to blow Shimmering heat waves move
in the streets below In the haze of noon the wind
gets lost at sea Where she blows is a
mystery Yeah it's dangerous and
hot in this country Strangers listenin' on the phone We're in a jam This thing could blow up
in our faces If they trace us on the
lam (chorus) Oh down in the land of
sugar cane Waiting on a sign of rain Mission confidential See no hear no speak no
you know Silence is the art of
keeping Three monkeys in your
heart It's so hot here the black
sand smokes like coal Sun barbecues your body
fries your soul Raindrops sizzle and pop
in the dust of the road Messages in secret code Yeah there's beaucoup
kinds of heat in this country And they got soldiers in
the streets and urgent telegrams And people fall in love a
lot Because it's dangerous and
hot on the lam Oh yeah it's strictly need
to know It's coded midnight tango Because it's dangerous and
hot (chorus) |
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Recorded on: Michael Smith/Love Stories |
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