Turn Up The Heat And Chill The Rose Lyrics - Buffet Hotel - Jimmy Buffett

Up around the pole 

Where the penguins patrol 

And the scientific gang 

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 

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So turn up the heat 

And chill the rosé 

Take off your Uggs 

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 

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 

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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 mistaica 

I took rose 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 your 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 protein 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 Uggs 

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 rosé 

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