Gonna take you to a place
where your heart might really race,
so yourself you gotta pace,
schvitin’ the night away.
Hotter than the midday sun;
water you’ll shed by the ton;
tie your hair up in a bun. . .
schvitin’ the night away.

Yeah, schvitzin’, schvitzin’. . .
takin’ you there on a date.
We’re schvitzin’, schvitzin’,
schvitzin’ the night away.

In the locker leave your clothes;
skin might get bright as a rose;
sweat will drip right off your nose. . .
schvitzin’ the night away.
The moisture slips down your ass crack;
in a while your limbs go slack;
before long you will relax,
schvitin’ the night away.

Yeah, schvitin’, slimmin’. . .
you will likely lose some weight.
We’re schvitzin’, schvitzin’
schvitzin’ the night away.

Let’s schvitz a little while:
heat’s up;
lean back.
Heat’s up;
creeked crack.
Hot you’ll be,
not dry.
Wow, bliss!
We’re schvitzin’ the night away.

There’s a fella who’s turned green. . .
had a bit too much Jim Beam.
Shoulda stayed out of the steam:
sickens,—stay right away!
Man has got a streamin’ flow. . .
sicker than a I-net troll;
wish that he had brought a bowl.
Icky, this night, I’d say!

A sick’nin’, sick’nin’ man,
he wasn’t feeling too great.
He’s “spritzin’,” “spritzin’” that don’t abate.

Tummy slime
creeps ups,
reeks, that!
Streams sup,
streams snack.
Chop suey.
Let’s fly
out, quit.
We’re splittin’—and right away!