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It's hot, it smells like the swing of spring manure, we have to turn down the heat from the sun which roasts our skin,
We shower six times a day, we huddle together like singles
On the beaches of Dieppe or by gabeler
It's hot, It's hot, Asti is hot,
It's hot, the birds come out I find it very beautiful,
Until who me wake up on Saturday morning and I'm crying
And I want to throw rocks at them,
It's hot, it's a festival of guys in paunches and tourists in neon speedos,
We treat ourselves to a new coat of paint after the winter fades from us,
It's hot, It's hot, Asti is hot, It's hot hot,
Believing that six weeks ago we were walking in the hold of a Ski-Doo,
Believing that there are crazy people who think we live in igloos,
It's hot, Asti is hot, It's hot, Asti is hot