Steaming Stanky Stunk

This bath house is full of steam
It makes you sweat forth from every pore,
All the candy and fun times
They'll keep you under hot steel lamps
And interrogate you till the sweat pours forth from every inch,
And all the lies, and cream-cicle pies come out and reduce
You to smoldering sunlight
That beats down upon the beach
And the swimmers well they are all okay
But the tanners well they'll just burn to a crisp
As if on a spigot and disasterous
Little navy birds will flock in and devour
That which they think is charcoal
And then they'll catch the solar flares,
And their stuffed little bellies will POP!