I like eyes like yours
Let's get out of here
It's so hot indoors
Let's get out of here
This scene's dead so
Let's get out of here
Got to get out of this dead scene
Oh, you look good, let's go
Let's get out of here, oh
Please welcome the man himself,
The Duke of Smooth
Mr. Roy Sexton
Love's in the air,
The air that's in this room
The room sings of love,
And garlands bloom
Trapped in a fume hood of soupy vapors
And wet as an April moon
Love's in the air,
The very air we breathe
In your blush of youth,
Your joie de vivre
Strike up the band,
Love's a grand miasma
That renders the air unclean
Something's not quite right,
Let's get out of here
It's quiet, too quiet
Let's get out of here
We've been bushwhacked,
Let's get out of here
Got to get out of this bushwhack
This whole compounds gonna blow
Let's get out of here, oh
Love's in the air,
The air that's in this room
The room sings of love,
And garlands bloom
Trapped in a fume hood of soupy vapors
And wet as an April moon
Love's in the air,
The very air we breathe
In your blush of youth,
Your joie de vivre
Strike up the band,
Love's a grand miasma
That renders the air unclean
Love's in the air,
The air that's in this room
The room sings of love,
And garlands bloom
Trapped in a fume hood of soupy vapors
And wet as an April moon
Love's in the air,
The very air we breathe
In your blush of youth,
Your joie de vivre
Strike up the band,
Love's a grand miasma
That renders the air unclean
Greg Kutcher - electric guitar
Lauren London - vocals
Russ Schwartz - tenor saxophone
Roy Sexton - vocals
Copyright 2013 Zach London
