Hold on darlin', heat's on for the moment. For the moment, baby, it's sure gonna feel just like an oven. There's no way to cool off if we tried. Can't cool it down, can't cool it down. The cool fresh breeze has parted, Yeah, it's parted. It's up and burned away. All sizzled up. Roasted, toasted, scorched and grilled Now we're all southern fried. All southern fried. Try to smile, love the heat Try to smile, go with the beat. No, ya know, ya know, ya know the heat's on baby, No, ya know, ya know, now don't go tellin' me lies. No, ya know, ya know, ya know that we're all southern fried. (We'll all be baked just like your mother's roasted chicken.) The cool, clear times have lifted These times have gone. They've gone and crept away. All tangled up, mixed up, messed up, crazed and hazed. Now we're all southern fried. All southern fried. Try to smile, love the heat Try to smile, go with the beat. No, ya know, ya know, ya know the heat's on baby, No, ya know, ya know, ya know that we're all southern fried.
