What a surprise
And from when did you survived
This sun eating my head
My shoes are boiling
The fatty legs are sweating
Who can command you?
For all I can do
To get a shed over my heating head
To set proper my behind
But still on a hot ground
Who can command you?
For my spine is wet
Drikles that make a tap
My T-shirt stink
Who can command you?
Anyway ...
You are mighty,sun
But soon,my command you shall accept.