My friend Mark and I were in a cab yesterday. Our driver, who obviously thought it was more important to show us how loud his stereo was than to actually allow a civil conversation, turned up the volume on an old song. This tune made Mark and I laugh. The song was funny because of…well, you’ll see for yourself. A preface: Mark’s wife is in Beijing seeing some sights with her family; my wife is in America visiting people.
Here are the lyrics to the song in question. I’ve bolded the especially poignant parts:
Cruel Summer (originally sung by Bananarama, I think)
Hot summer streets
And the pavements are burning
I sit around
Trying to smile but
The air is so heavy and dry
Strange voices are saying
Things I can’t understand
It’s too close for comfort
This heat has got
Right out of hand
It’s a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It’s a cruel, cruel summer
Now you’re gone
You’re not the only one
The city is crowded
My friends are away
And I’m on my own
It’s too hot to handle
So I got to get up and goIt’s a cruel, cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
It’s a cruel, cruel summer
Now you’re gone
You’re not the only one.
yeti speak... 
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