Sort of a summer home
A place to spend his vacation
When ever he wanted to roam
So he picked out Arizona
A place both rechid and rough
Where the climate was to his liking
And the cowboys hardened and tough
He dried up the streams in the canyons
And ordered no rain to fall
He dried up the lakes in the valleys
Then baked and scorched it all
Then over his barren desert
He planted shrubs from hell
The cactus, thistle and prickly pear
The climate suited it well
Now the home was much to his liking
But animal life he had none
So he created crawling creatures
That all man kind would shun
First he made the rattle snake
With its froked poisonous tongue
Taught it how to strike and rattle
And how to swallow its young
Then he made the scorpion and lizards
And the ugly old horned toad
He placed spiders of every description
Under rocks by the sides of roads
Then he ordered the sun to shine hotter
Hotter and hotter still
Until even the cactus wilted
And the old horned toad looked ill
Then he gazed on his earthly kingdom
As any creator would
He chuckled a little up his sleeve
And admitted it was good
T'was summer now and satan lay
By a prickly pear to rest
The sweat rolled off his swarthy brow
So he took off his coat and vest
By golly he finally panted
I did my job to well
I'm going back to where I came from
ARIZONA IS HOTTER THAN HELL
