The air is thick
Lays a lacquer on the streets
And girls do a cha-cha in their underwear
The dew point is so high
Your clothes they never dry
And there's always a frizz in your hair
I am soaked to my soul
In the bourbon rain
A stick in a shoal
In the bourbon rain
Won't you throw me a rope
In the bourbon rain
You're my one and only hope
In the bourbon rain
The air is heavy
And the sweat it beads up on your skin
Like mottles on a brown paper bag
You can't get dry
No deodorant is strong enough
So you walk around like a wet old rag
The air is fat
And it swallows you like a coat
Makes it hard for you to catch your breath
The forecast is grim
And I am soaked down to my socks
I'm afraid I might catch my death
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