Turn Up The Heat and Chill The Rosé

Up around the pole
 Where the penguins patrol
 And the scientific gang
 Need a cozy place to hang
 There's a party in the makin'
 And all the igloos are a shakin'
 At the top of the world today
 Six months of dark's a bummer
 So they invent a little summer
 It doesn't take much
 Just a decorator's touch
 And a tropical state of mind
 And of course you add some wine
 And that's when it's time to play
 So turn up the heat
 And chill the rosé
 Take off your Uggs
 And let your metatarsals play
 Even though the South of France
 Is 10, 000 miles away
 We can turn up the heat
 And chill the rosé
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 But grapes out on the ocean
 Are gonna feel some motion
 You don't want that pink wine bruisin'
 When that juice boat starts cruisin'
 You need some imagination
 To deal with temperature fluctuation
 Nobody wants to get burned
 I don't want be the last
 And I am surely not the first
 But out in the Sahara
 A man could die of thirst
 So before I left for Africa
 I planned for that mistaica
 I took rose from Porquerolles
 And coffee from Jamaica
 So turn up the heat
 And chill the rosé
 Stretch out on the beach
 And let your metatarsals play
 Even though Le Select
 Is 10, 000 miles away
 You'll survive the desert heat
 If you chill the rosé
 Don't matter if your North
 Or South of the Equator
 You can pour it over ice
 Or right from the 'frigerator
 A message in a bottle
 A tool to keep cool
 Cool Cool Cool
 Cool Cool Cool
 Now you know that outer space
 Is a very frigid place
 Nothing to sustain us
 All the way out past Uranus
 If we're gonna ride these rockets
 We need some protein in our pockets
 And a little wine for the ride
 So if you're looking for adventure
 Don't forget about thirst quenchers
 Life can be a banana split
 It can also turn to shit
 And if you're out of tweeter range
 And the landscape's getting strange
 Here's my advice to you
 Turn up the heat
 And chill the rosé
 Take off your Uggs
 And let your metatarsals play
 Even though La Bete de Nazelles
 Is 10, 000 miles away
 We can turn up the heat
 And chill the rosé
 Turn up the heat
 And chill the rosé
 Stretch out on the beach
 And let your metatarsals play
 Even though the Eden Roc
 Is 10, 000 miles away
 You'll survive the summer heat
 If you chill the rosé
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 So turn up the heat
 And chill the rosé
 Stretch out on the beach
 And let your metatarsals play
 Even though the ocean's frozen
 And there's mountains of sorbet
 We'll survive this global warming
 If you chill the rosé
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Rosé