Sun, sun, sun. . . . [26 in all, scat style]

Blistered tanned man, where's your sunscreen? (sun, sun, sun, sun)
In a UV fest, don't use tanning cream. (sun, sun, sun, sun)
Spread SPF 50 all over. (sun, sun, sun, sun)
You need protection unless you're a gopher.
Tanned man, once white as bone,
Now you look like a George Hamilton clone.
They're dangerous, those sunbeams,
Blistered tanned man, where's your sunscreen?

Sun, sun, sun. . . .

Blistered. tanned man, you sleep and dream
On the beach, but later, you're gonna scream
When you find that you're burned all over.
You'll feel like you have been cooked in a stover.
Tanned man, I hear you moan.
Your skin is redder than an aged Rhône.
Feels like someone used a fleam*
On your back to strip the skin clean.

Sun, sun, sun. . . .

Blistered tanned man (sounds of screams), you're cooked like bream.
I swear that your skin is starting to steam.
I bet you wish you looked like pallid Archie
Or like pasta that's just a little starchy.
Tanned man, see your skin roll
Up like old parchment that's peeled off a scroll.
Spread on analgesic cream.
Blistered. tanned man, give up, seek, seek, seek,
Blistered. tanned man, seek out moonbeams.