Turn Up The Heat and Chill The Rosé - 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

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

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 rose

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