Too hot but not too hot to care



I'm sitting pretty by my Frigidaire



And it's good to breathe the midnight air



One more mosquito bite before we get (before we get)



To bed





I'm on the payroll but I'm off the street



You can't disturb a fool's reality



When there's a place i n town where they don't even



serve you or me



We'd have to sit outside and drink all night to rescue



the economy





Up in the Eighties, where it's hard to breathe



Up in the Eighties, and it's harder to leave you alone



Too close to Heaven to believe I'm here at all



Must be the weather







I got no more use for the radio



The whole world ended just an hour ago



And there's a lot of people waking up with egg in their



eyes



We'll charge the refugees a grand apiece to camp out in



our paradise





Up in the Eighties, where it's hard to breathe



Up in the Eighties, and it's harder to leave you alone



Too close to Heaven to believe I'm here at all



Must be the weather





(Up) in the Eighties, where it's harder to breathe



in the Eighties, and it's harder to leave you alone



close to Heaven to believe I'm here at all



In the Eighties, (Must there be no air to breathe!)