Too hot but not too hot to care   I'm sitting pretty by my Frigidaire   And it's good to breathe the midnight air   One more mosquito bite before we get (before we get)   To bed    I'm on the payroll but I'm off the street   You can't disturb a fool's reality   When there's a place i n town where they don't even   Serve you or me   We'd have to sit outside and drink all night to rescue   The economy    Up in the Eighties, where it's hard to breathe   Up in the Eighties, and it's harder to leave you alone   Too close to Heaven to believe I'm here at all   Must be the weather    I got no more use for the radio   The whole world ended just an hour ago   And there's a lot of people waking up with egg in their   Eyes   We'll charge the refugees a grand apiece to camp out in   Our paradise    Up in the Eighties, where it's hard to breathe   Up in the Eighties, and it's harder to leave you alone   Too close to Heaven to believe I'm here at all   Must be the weather    (Up) in the Eighties, where it's harder to breathe   In the Eighties, and it's harder to leave you alone   Close to Heaven to believe I'm here at all   In the Eighties, (Must there be no air to breathe!)    these lyrics are submitted by burkul