Sylvane de Crane, came back from the Spain
Wearing a tan you could chalk your name on
That's no surprise when the temperatures rise into the 80s, 90s
It was that hot in England last summer

You, you live in England where your idea of a summer's day
Is a clammy shirt and a can of squirt
And when the sky is blue, it's gray
It's different out there
It's kind of a dry heat
Oh, really

Kelvin Hughes went off to the South Pole with the British Antarctic Survey
3 years in the arctic wastes no visitor except for Renolf Feines walking backwards
Brr, the temperatures fell as low as minus 40 Kelvin,
Kelvin I couldn't stand it that cold

Yes, you live in England where the winter means
Gray slush in your boots
Condensation on your bedroom room walls
And the pool panel sits in judgment on us all
Out there it's different
A sort of a dry cold
Oh, really

Back to the much traveled Sylvane
Next stop Brazil
In the tropical rain forests on the trail of Sting
The rain fell in strange analogies, stair rods, cats and dogs
I can't stand the rain, Sylvane

That's 'cause you, you live in England
Where the rain falls all the time
Those Italian shoes aren't waterproof
And your umbrella nearly took out my eye
If you can see the Pennines it's going to rain
If you can't your looking the wrong way
Out there it's different
Oh, don't tell me
Sort of dry wet?


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