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Mussed with sweat in New Brunswick
waiting for a train
and feeling way too hot, so shorts, no jeans.
Bobby gulped his latte down
just before it rained.
It might not be this humid in New Orleans.

The train pulled on out
heading for New York's Penn Station
in the kind of weather that inspires the blues.
Windshield wipers? Not on train
so we couldn't see outside again.
Someday we'd see the beach again, we knew.

Weather's just another word
for another day to lose.
It's ninety-two, heat index says one-oh-three!

And feeling good's not easy, Lord
and so we sing the blues.
I can't stand this heat and humidity.
Heat's bad enough, but damn, it's very muggy!

From the New Jersey Shoreline
to the California Sun
from Meadowlands across land to Rose Bowl
we're sick of this weather
and all the harm it's done
but in 6 months we'll complain of the cold!

At Rahway a tank-topped chick got off.
We let her slip away.
Bobby's looking for that girl
and I hope he finds her.
But I'd trade a whole cool October
for one nice dry August day
to cruise on down that North Jersey Coast Line.

Weather's just another word
for another day to lose.
"I give up!" That's what Bobby said to me!

And feeling good's not easy, Lord
and so we sing the blues.
I can't stand this heat and humidity.
Heat's bad enough, but damn, it's very muggy!

La da da...

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's very muggy!

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