It's Hot Up Here

It's hot up here
 It's hot and it's monotonous
 I want my glasses
 This is not my good profile
 Nobody can even see my profile
 I hate this dress
 The soldiers have forgotten us
 The boatman schwitzes
 I am completely out of proportion
 These helmets weigh a lot on us
 This tree is blocking my view
 I can't see anything
 Why are they complaining?
 It could have been raining
 I hate these people
 It's hot up here
 A lot up here
 It's hot up here
 Forever
 A lot of fun
 It's not up here
 It's hot up here
 No matter what
 There's not a breath
 Of air up here
 And they're up here
 Forever
 It's not my fault
 I got up here
 I'll rot up here
 I am so hot up here
 Darling, don't clutch mother's hand quite so tightly
 Thank you
 It's hot up here
 At least you have a parasol
 Well, look who's talking
 Sitting in the shade
 I trust my cigar is not bothering you
 Unfortunately, it never goes out
 It's good to be together again
 See, I told you they were odd
 Don't slouch
 He took my glasses
 You've been eating something sticky
 I put on rouge today, too...
 Don't you ever take a bath?
 Nurse! Hand me my fan
 I can't
 At least the brat is with her mother
 I heard that!
 Do you like tall grass?
 Hah!
 Jules!
 Bunch of animals...
 I hate these people
 It's hot up here
 And strange up here
 No change up here
 Forever
 How still it is
 How odd it is
 And God, it is
 So hot!
 I like the one in the light hat
 Hello, George
 I do not wish to be remembered
 Like this, George,
 With them, George
 My hem, George
 Three inches off the ground
 And then this monkey
 And these people, George
 They'll argue till they fade
 And whisper things and grunt
 But thank you for the shade
 And putting me in front
 Yes, thank you, George, for that...
 And for the hat...
 It's hot up here
 It's hot and it's monotonous
 I want my glasses!
 This is not my good profile
 I hate this dress
 It's hot up here
 The soldiers have forgotten us
 Don't slouch! / Animals... / I want my glasses
 Are you sure you don't like tall grass? / This is not my good profile
 And furthermore, finding you're fading
 Is very degrading
 And God, I am so hot!
 Well, there are worse things than sweating
 By a river on a Sunday
 There are worse things than sweating by a river
 When you're sweating in a picture
 That was painted by a genius
 And you know that you're immortal
 And you'll always be remembered
 Even if they never see you
 And you're listening to drivel
 And you're part of your companion
 And your glasses have been stolen
 And you're bored beyond endurance
 And the baby has no diapers
 And you're slouching
 I am not!
 And you are out of all proportion
 And I hate these people!
 You never get
 A breeze up here,
 And she's (he's)
 up here
 Forever
 You cannot run
 Amok up here
 You're stuck up here
 In this gavotte
 Perspectives don't
 Make sense up here
 It's tense up here
 Forever
 The outward show
 Of bliss up here
 Is disappearing dot by dot...
 And it's hot!