It's so hot if we were corn we would be poppin'.
Feel like a sponge somebody used to do the moppin'.
We'll be the Blister Sisters if we don't start chillin'.
If we could bathe in frozen yogurt, that'd be killin',
I'd be willin".
This heat has turned us crispy,
Splat some butter on, we're toast.
Or fill us full of breadcrumbs,
and call us stuffed twin roast.
Chorus 1:
Stayin' cool...give us goosebumps, turn us blue.
Stayin' cool...a frosty blizzard that'll do.
Stayin' cool...big icy shiver down our spine.
Stayin' cool...an ice cube sandwich would be fine.
Brrrrrrrrrr... Let's be the candles on a cake somebody blows on.
Or give an elephant a drink and turn his nose on.