Jimmy Buffett - Turn Up the Heat and Chill the Rosé lyrics
[Jimmy Buffett - Turn Up the Heat and Chill the Rosé lyrics]
Up around the pole, where the penguins patrol
And the scientific gangs need a
Cozy place to hang
There's a party in the makin' and
All the igloos are a-shakin'
At the top of the world today
Six months of dark's a bummer
So they invent a little summer
It doesn't take much
Just a decorator's touch
And a tropical state of mind and of course
You add some wine
And that's when it's time to play
So turn up the heat and chill the rosé
Take off your Ugg's and
Let your metatarsals play
Even though the South of France is 10
000 miles away
We can turn up the heat and chill the rosé
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But grapes out on the ocean
Are gonna feel some motion
You don't want that pink wine bruisin'
When that juice boat starts cruisin'
You need some imagination to
Deal with temperature fluctuation
Nobody wants to get burned
I don't want be the last and
I am surely not the first
But out in the Sahara
A man could die of thirst
So before I left for Africa
I planned for that mistake-a
Took rosé from Porquerolles and
Coffee from Jamaica
So turn up the heat and chill the rosé
Stretch out on the beach and
Let your metatarsals play
Even though Le Select is 10, 000 miles away
You'll survive the desert heat if
You chill the rosé
Don't matter if you're north or
South of the Equator
You can pour it over ice
Or right from the 'frigerator
A message in a bottle, a tool to keep cool
Cool, cool, cool cool, cool, cool
Now you know that outer space
Is a very frigid place
Nothing to sustain us all the
Way out past Uranus
If we're gonna ride these rockets
We need some proteins in our pockets
And a little wine for the ride
So if you're looking for adventure
Don't forget about thirst quenchers
Life can be a banana split
It can also turn to shit
And if you're out of tweeter range
And the landscape's getting strange
Here's my advice to you
Turn up the heat and chill the rosé
Take off your Ugg's and
Let your metatarsals play
Even though La Bete de Nazelles is 10
000 miles away
We can turn up the heat and chill the rosé
Turn up the heat and chill the rose
Stretch out on the beach and
Let your metatarsals play
Even though the Eden Roc is 10
000 miles away
You'll survive the summer heat if
You chill the rosé
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
So turn up the heat and chill the rosé
Stretch out on the beach and
Let your metatarsals play
Even though the ocean's frozen and
There's mountains of sorbet
We'll survive this global warming if
You chill the rosé
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Rosé
And the scientific gangs need a
Cozy place to hang
There's a party in the makin' and
All the igloos are a-shakin'
At the top of the world today
Six months of dark's a bummer
So they invent a little summer
It doesn't take much
Just a decorator's touch
And a tropical state of mind and of course
You add some wine
And that's when it's time to play
So turn up the heat and chill the rosé
Take off your Ugg's and
Let your metatarsals play
Even though the South of France is 10
000 miles away
We can turn up the heat and chill the rosé
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But grapes out on the ocean
Are gonna feel some motion
You don't want that pink wine bruisin'
When that juice boat starts cruisin'
You need some imagination to
Deal with temperature fluctuation
Nobody wants to get burned
I don't want be the last and
I am surely not the first
But out in the Sahara
A man could die of thirst
So before I left for Africa
I planned for that mistake-a
Took rosé from Porquerolles and
Coffee from Jamaica
So turn up the heat and chill the rosé
Stretch out on the beach and
Let your metatarsals play
Even though Le Select is 10, 000 miles away
You'll survive the desert heat if
You chill the rosé
Don't matter if you're north or
South of the Equator
You can pour it over ice
Or right from the 'frigerator
A message in a bottle, a tool to keep cool
Cool, cool, cool cool, cool, cool
Now you know that outer space
Is a very frigid place
Nothing to sustain us all the
Way out past Uranus
If we're gonna ride these rockets
We need some proteins in our pockets
And a little wine for the ride
So if you're looking for adventure
Don't forget about thirst quenchers
Life can be a banana split
It can also turn to shit
And if you're out of tweeter range
And the landscape's getting strange
Here's my advice to you
Turn up the heat and chill the rosé
Take off your Ugg's and
Let your metatarsals play
Even though La Bete de Nazelles is 10
000 miles away
We can turn up the heat and chill the rosé
Turn up the heat and chill the rose
Stretch out on the beach and
Let your metatarsals play
Even though the Eden Roc is 10
000 miles away
You'll survive the summer heat if
You chill the rosé
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
So turn up the heat and chill the rosé
Stretch out on the beach and
Let your metatarsals play
Even though the ocean's frozen and
There's mountains of sorbet
We'll survive this global warming if
You chill the rosé
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Rosé