Texty: Oingo Boingo. Country Sweat.

Born to trouble, poised for action
Ready to spring at a moment's notice
Nerve's like a trigger, waiting to be pulled
Covered with sweat, it ain't nice

Help me please, I'm burning up
I got this fire in my heart
Won't let me sleep, can't concentrate
Even when it's cold I'm dripping, dripping sweat

Rivers running down my back
Makes me slippery like a fish
If I don't stop, I might drown
I might drown falling, falling down
Down, down, down, down

The cool boys bit the dust
They couldn't take the pressure
The cool girls got knocked up
They only wanted to have fun

Where did they go?
They fell in love and suffered
Where did they go?
They picked up guns and hammers

Where did they go?
Without friction there's no heat
Without heat there can't be fire
Without fire there's no desire
You're making me hot, hot, hot, hot
Yeah

Hey, take my baby, Saturday night
A hundred and ten, it's alright
I closed the door to my little room
I'm starting to sweat, fun starts soon

Principal caught me after school
He gave me hell, he called me a fool
He pointed his finger at my face
He started to sweat, started to sweat
He started to sweat all over the place

The war breaks out throughout the land
Dodging bullets in the sand
Enemy's getting much too close
Sun beats down on the back of my neck
Fingers are twitchin', they're covered with sweat
They're covered with sweat, they're covered with sweat
They're covered, covered, covered with sweat

The cool boys bit the dust
They couldn't take the pressure
The cool girls got knocked up
They only wanted to have fun

Where did they go?
They fell in love and suffered
Where did they go?
They picked up guns and hammers

Where did they go?
Without friction there's no heat
Without heat there can't be fire
Without fire there's no desire
You're making me, making me
Making me hot, hot, yeah

Hey, the cool boys bit the dust
They couldn't take the pressure
The cool girls got knocked up
They only wanted to have fun

Where did they go?
They fell in love and suffered
Where did they go?
They picked up guns and hammers

Where did they go?
Without friction there's no heat
Without heat there can't be fire
Without fire there's no desire
You're making me, making me
Making me hot, hot, hot, hot, yeah

Making me hot, hot, hot
Making me hot, hot, hot
Making me hot, hot, hot
Making me hot, hot, yeah
Making me hot, yeah, really
Making me hot, yeah, oh babe
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot