Olvera - where the sun beats down upon the plain,
And the scalding heat is not so sweet,
And the heat stroke drives a man insane!
Olvera - every night my sweaty wife and I,
Try to go to sleep and count the sheep,
But the sweat keeps tricklin' down my thigh!
You know we depend on the fans,
Cuz the sweat it pours out of our glands!
So when we say - whoa!
Its 105 today - Yikes!
We're only sayin'
You're really hot Olvera
Olvera Ole!
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