Excuse me, how do I get to Monterrey?
All the way up, to the right buddy

Forty-five degrees and a ton of beers
And a bunch of hat-wearing guys throwing a party
Wasted in the truck, worse than the old west
But that's how we like it in the hot northeast

Forty-five degrees and a ton of beers
And a bunch of hat-wearing guys throwing a party
Wasted in the truck, worse than the old west
But that's how we like it in the hot northeast

Squeeze a lemon, to make the michelada
To kill the heat that's killing me
I don't care, I'm enjoying with the girls chatting
Hanging out and dancing and looking for space
Don't tell me no, you've already found the charm
Ha ha ha I've already seen you panting

Forty-five degrees and a ton of beers
And a bunch of hat-wearing guys throwing a party
Wasted in the truck, worse than the old west
But that's how we like it in the hot northeast

Dancing the cumbia and chatting with the accordion
So this song never ends, well then, bring out the charcoal
Don't play dumb and bring out the cold ones
They told me on the corner that you brought them
Dripping in ice, dripping energy
And that you alone couldn't handle them

The party started, all the people in the truck
Having fun on Constitution Avenue
The thermometer rises, what a damn heat
And this damn jerk who didn't bring the cardboard
No
You should have brought the cardboard, jerk
Don't suck
Ass
Slob
Look to the south
Look to the west
But this is the northeast

Forty-five degrees and a ton of beers
And a bunch of hat-wearing guys throwing a party
Wasted in the truck, worse than the old west
But that's how we like it in the hot northeast

And this is the ballad of the damn heat,
Not even with all the beers can you get rid of the sweat
No problem, dude, we'll fix it right now with clamato and lemon
Don't hit the crybaby, jerk
Alright buddy, let's go to the depot
Let's go for cold beer and pass by the ice
We pass by Ramon's disco and his accordion
And then to my place to get a big bill

Forty-five degrees and a ton of beers
And a bunch of hat-wearing guys throwing a party
Wasted in the truck, worse than the old west
But that's how we like it in the hot northeast

Forty-five degrees and a ton of beers
And a bunch of hat-wearing guys throwing a party
Wasted in the truck, worse than the old west
But that's how we like it in the hot northeast

Forty-five degrees and a ton of beers
And a bunch of hat-wearing guys throwing a party
Wasted in the truck, worse than the old west
But that's how we like it in the hot northeast

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