Texty: B-52s. Dry Country.

It's one of those lazy days
I've got nothing to do
Let the wind blow around my head
Let a cloud be my bed

When the blues whomp you up
By the side of the head
Throw 'em to the floor
And kick 'em out the door

When the blues kick you in the head
And you roll out of bed in the morning
Just sit on the porch and swing
Sit on the porch and swing

The heat of the day's got me in a haze
The heat of the day's got me in a haze
Those lazy days of summer are here

When the blues whomp you up
On the side of the head
Throw 'em to the floor
And kick 'em out the door

When the blues kick you in the head
And you roll out of bed in the morning
Just sit on the porch and swing
Sit on the porch and swing

It's so hot, it's so hot
It's so hot, it's so hot
It's so hot

Here come the girls
Here come the girls
Here come the girls

Here come the girls
Here come the girls
Here come the girls

Just let the breezes flow
Through your mind, I feel so fine

When the blues whomp you up
On the side of the head
Throw 'em to the floor
And kick 'em out the door

When the blues kick you in the head
And you roll out of bed in the morning
Just sit on the porch and swing
Sit on the porch and swing

Here come the girls up the road
What they wannna do? They can't do
'Cause it's a, dry county

Kicking stones and laughing low
Nowhere to go, it's a dry, dry county
Such a dry, dry county

It's devils blowing in your hair
But what do you care
When there's nowhere to go

Dry, dry, county
It's a dry, dry, county
Kicking stones and laughing low