Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The American Breed
The American Breed
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott English
Scott English
Songwriter
Kenny Young
Kenny Young
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
B. Traut
B. Traut
Producer

Lyrics

The sun is shining down on this old blanket
It's much too warm for even holding hands
Girl, although your lips are so inviting
We better leave our castles in the sand
The temperature's rising
My fever is climbing
I think we oughta cool it, baby
Cool it
Cool it
Girl, we're not alone
Let's go find a candy-striped umbrella
Take it down where we can be all alone
You can rest your pretty head on my shoulder
And we can dig the moon when the sun goes home
The temperature's rising
My fever is climbing
I think we oughta cool it, baby
Cool it
Cool it
Girl, we're not alone
The temperature's rising
My fever is climbing
I think we oughta cool it, baby
Girl, we're not alone
The temperature's rising
My fever is climbing
Written by: Kenny Young, Scott English
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out

Loading...