I read a warning on the bus
Said, "Turn it down and bundle up."
A penny saved, a dollar spent
So trim the wick and get to bed
Oil and kerosene
Stove will throw a little heat
Smell of propane in the halls
And scraping wax off floor and walls

And everybody on the block
Is talkin' bout the weather, not the war
But will we crack when the houses all go black
And the radiators knock no more?

I saw a story on the screen
Everybody in the street
Another early morning blaze
They got out, but not okay
Spread out on the kitchen floor
Just trying to keep warm
Mayor, landlord, tell 'em now
To bundle up and turn it down

And everybody on the block
Is talkin' bout the weather, not the war
But will we crack when the houses all go black
And the radiators knock no more?

One way or another, we're going south for the winter
So let's go

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