| Up around the pole
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| Where the penguins patrol
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| And the scientific gang
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| Need a cozy place to hang
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| There’s a party in the makin'
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| And all the igloos are a shakin'
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| At the top of the world today
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| Six months of dark’s a bummer
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| So they invent a little summer
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| It doesn’t take much
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| Just a decorator’s touch
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| And a tropical state of mind
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| And of course you add some wine
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| And that’s when it’s time to play
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| So turn up the heat
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| And chill the rosé
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| Take off your Uggs
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| And let your metatarsals play
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| Even though the South of France
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| Is 10,000 miles away
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| We can turn up the heat
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| And chill the rosé
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| But grapes out on the ocean
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| Are gonna feel some motion
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| You don’t want that pink wine bruisin'
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| When that juice boat starts cruisin'
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| You need some imagination
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| To deal with temperature fluctuation
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| Nobody wants to get burned
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| I don’t want be the last
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| And I am surely not the first
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| But out in the Sahara
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| A man could die of thirst
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| So before I left for Africa
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| I planned for that mistaica
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| I took rose from Porquerolles
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| And coffee from Jamaica
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| So turn up the heat
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| And chill the rosé
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| Stretch out on the beach
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| And let your metatarsals play
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| Even though Le Select
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| Is 10,000 miles away
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| You’ll survive the desert heat
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| If you chill the rosé
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| Don’t matter if your North
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| Or South of the Equator
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| You can pour it over ice
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| Or right from the 'frigerator
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| A message in a bottle
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| A tool to keep cool
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| Cool Cool Cool
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| Cool Cool Cool
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| Now you know that outer space
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| Is a very frigid place
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| Nothing to sustain us
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| All the way out past Uranus
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| If we’re gonna ride these rockets
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| We need some protein in our pockets
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| And a little wine for the ride
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| So if you’re looking for adventure
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| Don’t forget about thirst quenchers
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| Life can be a banana split
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| It can also turn to shit
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| And if you’re out of tweeter range
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| And the landscape’s getting strange
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| Here’s my advice to you
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| Turn up the heat
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| And chill the rosé
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| Take off your Uggs
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| And let your metatarsals play
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| Even though La Bete de Nazelles
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| Is 10,000 miles away
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| We can turn up the heat
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| And chill the rosé
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| Turn up the heat
|
| And chill the rose
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| Stretch out on the beach
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| And let your metatarsals play
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| Even though the Eden Roc
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| Is 10,000 miles away
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| You’ll survive the summer heat
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| If you chill the rosé
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| So turn up the heat
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| And chill the rosé
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| Stretch out on the beach
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| And let your metatarsals play
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| Even though the ocean’s frozen
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| And there’s mountains of sorbet
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| We’ll survive this global warming
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| If you chill the rosé
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Rosé |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Turn Up The Heat and Chill The Rosé , by - Jimmy Buffett. Song from the album Buffet Hotel, in the genre Иностранный рок