[verse]
I'd sleep if I could find a place to do it in the cool,
While the sun beats down on the world like a fool.
And I try to seek shelter, but there's nothing really here,
'cos the only air around us is much hotter than I'd fear.

[pre-chorus]
Too hot. (too hot) Can't sleep. (can't sleep)
Heatwave, (so hot) all week. (this week)
No work, (can't work) no play. (hey hey)
Just melt (I'm melting) all day. (Today)

[chorus]
Summer sun, it's a blazin'.
Try to do things, just lazin'.
Can't think in a normal way,
Won't be doing too much today.

[break]

[verse]
I'd melt into a puddle if only there were puddles around.
I sometimes feel like there's no water to be found.
As I turn on the cold tap to get some cool water to lap,
I think of bathing in the water with trunks and a swimming cap.

[break]

[pre-chorus]
Too hot. (too hot) Can't sleep. (can't sleep)
Heatwave, (so hot) all week. (this week)
No work, (can't work) no play. (hey hey)
Just melt (I'm melting) all day. (Today)

[chorus]
Summer sun, it's a blazin'.
Try to do things, just lazin'.
Can't think in a normal way,
Won't be doing too much today.

[instrumental]

[outro]
Too hot. (too hot) Can't sleep. (can't sleep)
Heatwave, (so hot) all week. (this week)
No work, (can't work) no play. (hey hey)
Just melt (I'm melting) all day. (Today)

Too hot. (too hot) Can't sleep. (can't sleep)
Too hot. (too hot) Can't sleep. (can't sleep)
Too hot. (too hot) Can't sleep. (can't sleep)
Too hot.

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Bubble Drama

[The Effervescent Engine has gone spectacularly wrong. Dave and Greenie need to make a plan to clean up the street.]

Ext. Dave's Street

[Most of Dave's house is obscured by a foamy, brightly coloured mess. Bubbles are still floating all around the street.]

Steve: (Shouting) Look what you’ve done! My prize-winning petunias are *covered* in this.. this goo! And it smells like overripe bananas and disappointment!
Dave: (Waving apologetically) SI don't know what disappointment smells like, Steve.
Steve: This! It smells like this.
Green: David, David, David. I thought we'd fixed all of this.
Dave: You don't have to chastise me. I feel bad enough.

[Mrs. Thompson is handing out free ScrunchCakes to street residents.]

Mrs. Thompson: (Cheerfully) Anyone fancy a ScrunchCake? They're on the house today! A little sweetness to brighten your day.
Steve: (Scoffs) ScrunchCakes? How are stupid sausage pastries going to fix my prized petunias?
Dave: Right, plan! Greenie, you’re on containment.
Green: [looking up down the street] I think we're a bit late for that. It's like a sugary, fizzy plague!
Dave: Think positive! We’ll call it "Effervescent Delight!" A limited-edition street art installation!

[Mrs. Thompson walks over to Dave and Greenie, still distributing ScrunchCakes.]
Mrs. Thompson: We really do have to get back to work at some point, Dave. You can’t stop everything because of a home-life emergency. Business is Business.
Green: She's right. Let's clean this up in the quickest possible way.
Dave: Ok.. What if...
Green: STOP. The quickest, and least deadly, possible way.
Steve: You'd better think fast. Sugar and flowers don't mix.
Dave: Sugar and flowers... hmmm.
Green: David, there are bubbles to worry about.

[Dave stares blankly at the street, then brightens.]

Dave: OK, I've got it. Get me a sponge.
Mrs. Thompson: One classic sponge ScrunchCake coming right up.
Dave: [stops her] No, Mrs. Thompson. Not a cake.
[Mrs. Thompson gasps]

Dave: Today, I'm going to use an actual sponge.
Green: Good grief, David.
Dave: It's time I took ownership for my mess, and stopped coming up with crazy chaotic schemes to fix things.
Mrs. Thompson: Are you sure, David? It will take some time.
Dave: Will it?
Green: Probably, yeah.
Dave: Oh. [shouts inside the door of the house] Lady Computer, prepare the fizzle dispenser.

[End credits roll as Steve continues to yell about his petunias. Mrs. Thompson offers him a ScrunchCake with a serene smile.]