How many friends in can she squeeze
Guests of guests and V.I.P.s
Where cold is hot, Galahad is brought
As a gesture to the bought
Rastafari calimari
Oven baked a la Mata Hari
White Baccardi or red Campari
Not enough time to feel sad or sorry
Bridgehampton vintner, hand blown snifter
June blooms out there, in here it’s winter
Turn Down the A/C! Turn down the A/C!
‘Cos there’s a chill in the air, unconditionally
Turn down the A/C! Turn down the A/C!
‘Cos there’s a chill in the air, uncondtionally
White pipe railings, taffeta fringes
Plum cornmeal cake, transverse hinges
Fromage Blanc, late of the friary
Cottage frottage, lost in a diary
Stemware raised to Diana Vreeland
Skrillex, Prince, the Wiltshire Green Man
Winco Shank, most favorite banker
Standing, kissing cheeks, she thanks her
For keeping their lives worry free
Thermometers guard this property
Turn down the AC! Turn down the AC!
‘Cos there’s a chill in the air, unconditionally
Turn down the AC! Turn down the AC!
‘Cos there’s a chill in the air, unconditionally
Twinflammable
triple souls
Bluer than ice
hotter than coals
Medicine steel, modesty numb
Pinion colada, minion mignon
I need my lavender chocolate mousse
I’m burning up, I’m a roasted goose
Leave the dots alone,
connect the doubts
If you want a clear picture of the ins and outs
They knew not to throw me in the boiling water
No, they know all the ways to make you loiter
Turn down the A/C! Turn down the A/C!
‘Cos there’s a chill in the air, unconditionally
Turndown the A/C! Turn down the A/C!
Turn down the A/C! Turn down the A/C!
(my friends all tell me) Turn down the A/C! …..
john savlove - rocking himself through June 27, 2018
