Текст песни Up In The Eighties

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

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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!)