We carried up a 24, we brought it to the third floor, it was like lifting a bullnClose the windows looking out over Parc Avenuen'Cause we don't need no soccer fans getting on the recordnnAnd the heat in here is something fierce and I swear it's making us see doublenWe woke up today and I thought I was yesterdaynSummer months keep rolling by and we'd like to try to finish it by wintertimenWhat once was a monster is now a friend of minenn'Cause we want to make this life into a livingnOh my, The Woodman's on the phone and Nic is up on the calendarnSaint-Jean-Baptiste is gonna eat us all alive