Oh this hot summer has got me down You can fry an egg on the street Heat waves are wiggling on the sidewalk Cops are dropping like flies on the beat
I need a new lover to take me in Protect me from this humid air Be you from Brooklyn, Staten Island or Queens I don't care
CHORUS It don't matter what kind of loving you're into Or how big your apartment might be All you need is an air conditioner And you're the man for me
You could pour me a glass of Perrier You can fan my fevered brow You can rub me down with alcohol That ain't enough, nohow
You can lay me in a tub of ice You can stand me in a cold shower too But if you don't have an air conditioner I will not go home with you
CHORUS It don't matter what kind of loving you're into Or how big your ego might be All you need is an air conditioner And you're the man for me
You say you live by the Hudson River And a breeze blows through your door Honey if you don't have a Friedrich's in your window I don't want to hear any more
You say you live in a penthouse Got a terrace with a view of the night That's swell but I really must tell you An air conditioner's a much prettier sight
CHORUS It don't matter what kind of loving you're into Or how big your wallet might be All you need is an air conditioner And you're the man for, you're the man for...
It don't matter what kind of loving you're into Or how big your ... might be All you need is an air conditioner And you're the man for, you're the man for, You're the man for me
