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Oh this hot summer has got me down

You can fry an egg on the street

Heat waves are wiggling on the sidewalk

Cops are dropping like flies on the beat

I need a new lover to take me in

Protect me from this humid air

Be you from Brooklyn, Staten Island or Queens

I don't care

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It don't matter what kind of loving you're into

Or how big your apartment might be

All you need is an air conditioner

And you're the man for me

You could pour me a glass of Perrier

You can fan my fevered brow

You can rub me down with alcohol

That ain't enough, nohow

You can lay me in a tub of ice

You can stand me in a cold shower too

But if you don't have an air conditioner

I will not go home with you

Chorus

It don't matter what kind of loving you're into

Or how big your ego might be

All you need is an air conditioner

And you're the man for me

You say you live by the Hudson River

And a breeze blows through your door

Honey if you don't have a Friedrich's in your window

I don't want to hear any more

You say you live in a penthouse

Got a terrace with a view of the night

That's swell but I really must tell you

An air conditioner's a much prettier sight

Chorus

It don't matter what kind of loving you're into

Or how big your wallet might be

All you need is an air conditioner

And you're the man for, you're the man for...

It don't matter what kind of loving you're into

Or how big your ... might be

All you need is an air conditioner

And you're the man for, you're the man for,

You're the man for me