My temperature is 105 and
I don't think that I can survive
'til Saturday, which is a shame
I've paid my rent
bought some jeans and
lent my friend
a couple of quid.

If I could rid myself of this cold,
I could live
and be quite old,
what a dream, but
the mercury keeps rising and
to me it's quite surprising
that
I'm still around.

I think that anyone I know
would have given up the ghost to go
six feet underground.

But I'm a fighter
and a tight ***,
the couple of quid I lent
that sod is bugging me,
so I'll stick around above the ground
at least until that debt falls due,
wouldn't you?

When the temperature hits 107
I'll book a room
somewhere called heaven but
not today.