♪♪ Seen on the road, I've turned it slowly around me ♪♪ Flowers and rope, watered by unseen power ♪♪ In an ordinary home, empty and still like summer ♪♪ It's hot to the room, after a cold December, guess it's not so hot ♪♪ The Beverly Roads, early from bed one morning, so see how it goes ♪♪ The coffee and ice are drowsing on the dining room ♪♪ Crushed in a dusty building, so these monsters know ♪♪ The Daily Mail's read by children, guess it's not so hot ♪♪ I get my coffee for free these days ♪♪♪ Life in the Caliphate, it's got pretty weird of late ♪♪ So come and cut off your baby name, the French they all eat ♪♪ Hot and, hot and, hot and, hot and, hot and, hot and, hot and, hey! ♪