It starts with a twitch and 
works its way up to a smile 
as the woman from the 
magazine introduces you. 
There's a long line of fools 
just waiting to be told what to do 
as the man of the cloth is 
zipping up his fly. 
The Reverend comes forth 
and he takes your hand 
and he blesses you 
and you notice he 
wears a rolex made of gold. 
It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia 
It's warm in the Hot Springs of Alaska 
Backed into the corner,
suffocating in the scent 
you swore you're never 
wind up here again. 
Your eyes are upon her, 
as she's handing you 
the telephone, 
and you tell the wife 
"I'll be working late tonight." 
Lights go down. 
As your eyes roll back 
you think to yourself that 
It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia 
It's warm in the Hot Springs of Alaska 
It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia 
It's dark at the other side of my smile 
It starts with a twitch that you 
can't quite work into a smile 
As the woman from the 
magazine can't recall your name. 
The reverend's out cold 
and the fools have 
started throwing things 
then the lights come up and you realize 
it's people like these 
that make me think that 
It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia 
It's warm in the Hot Springs of Alaska 
It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia 
It's dark at the other side of my smile 
It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia 
It's dark at the other side 
of my smile Smile