Forty Degrees

Forty degrees, forty degrees,

That fat old sun’s got the world on its knees

But I’m still going strong

Gonna keep on playing all day long.

 

An old guitar, a cheap cigar  –

With these two things a guy can go far

If he’s just left in peace

In these forty degrees.

 

You may say I’m wasting my time,

You may claim I under-perform.

But taking things slow – that’s no crime

It’s the calm before the storm.

 

This world is rough, but I’ll hang tough,

Gonna work it all out if I’m here long enough

Under this deep blue sky.

I’ll find the reason why.

 

That big old lion taking a doze

After his jungle feast.

His eyes may be closed but you’d be wise to know

He’s still the king of the beasts.

 

Forty degrees, forty degrees,

You can run, you can hide, you can do what you please

But I’ll get this little song done

Under that fat old sun.

I’ll get this little song done

Under that fat old sun.

 

Terence Blacker  –  vocals, guitar

Giovanni Crescenzi  –  bass

Domenico de Marco  –  percussion