Some people sit in the jacuzzi Every night and every day, They think that boiling water Will take all their blues away.
To be successful is so stressful, So the hottentots unwind, And party, party, party While they're boiling their behinds.
But not me, I like my lobsters in the sea. I get my power from the shower, Cause I'm a hot tub refugee.
They cannot see the danger As they watch the bubbles rise, So they sit and soak for hours Till they're hot tub hypnotized.
And they say it's so romantic And the only way to score, Is to bathe with thirty people That you've never met before.
But not me, That's just one place I'll never be. I'm just a hermit with a permit To be a hot tub refugee.
I've tried the tubs in Aspen Where the bunnies go to ski, And the tubs in California Full of wet celebrities.
But I swear a hot tub party Makes my heart begin to droop, As I watch all those sweet young tomatoes Try to turn themselves to soup.
But not me, My onions mean too much to me. And my soul is saturated, I'm just a hot tub refugee.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
