It's Hot Up Here

It's hot up here

It's hot and it's monotonous

I want my glasses

This is not my good profile

Nobody can even see my profile

I hate this dress

The soldiers have forgotten us

The boatman schwitzes

I am completely out of proportion

These helmets weigh a lot on us

This tree is blocking my view

I can't see anything

Why are they complaining?

It could have been raining

I hate these people

It's hot up here

A lot up here

It's hot up here

Forever

A lot of fun

It's not up here

It's hot up here

No matter what

There's not a breath

Of air up here

And they're up here

Forever

It's not my fault

I got up here

I'll rot up here

I am so hot up here

Darling, don't clutch mother's hand quite so tightly

Thank you

It's hot up here

At least you have a parasol

Well, look who's talking

Sitting in the shade

I trust my cigar is not bothering you

Unfortunately, it never goes out

It's good to be together again

See, I told you they were odd

Don't slouch

He took my glasses

You've been eating something sticky

I put on rouge today, too...

Don't you ever take a bath?

Nurse! Hand me my fan

I can't

At least the brat is with her mother

I heard that!

Do you like tall grass?

Hah!

Jules!

Bunch of animals...

I hate these people

It's hot up here

And strange up here

No change up here

Forever

How still it is

How odd it is

And God, it is

So hot!

I like the one in the light hat

Hello, George

I do not wish to be remembered

Like this, George,

With them, George

My hem, George

Three inches off the ground

And then this monkey

And these people, George

They'll argue till they fade

And whisper things and grunt

But thank you for the shade

And putting me in front

Yes, thank you, George, for that...

And for the hat...

It's hot up here

It's hot and it's monotonous

I want my glasses!

This is not my good profile

I hate this dress

It's hot up here

The soldiers have forgotten us

Don't slouch! / Animals... / I want my glasses

Are you sure you don't like tall grass? / This is not my good profile

And furthermore, finding you're fading

Is very degrading

And God, I am so hot!

Well, there are worse things than sweating

By a river on a Sunday

There are worse things than sweating by a river

When you're sweating in a picture

That was painted by a genius

And you know that you're immortal

And you'll always be remembered

Even if they never see you

And you're listening to drivel

And you're part of your companion

And your glasses have been stolen

And you're bored beyond endurance

And the baby has no diapers

And you're slouching

I am not!

And you are out of all proportion

And I hate these people!

You never get

A breeze up here,

And she's (he's)

up here

Forever

You cannot run

Amok up here

You're stuck up here

In this gavotte

Perspectives don't

Make sense up here

It's tense up here

Forever

The outward show

Of bliss up here

Is disappearing dot by dot...

And it's hot!