Come on, baby, let’s do the schvitz;
come on, baby, shed dew in schvitz.
First you open the door and, go in mist.
Oh yeah, schvitz, baby, schvitz.
Uh-huh, love that mist.
This ain’t a hot tryst; we’re gonna schvitz.

You might feel like sleepin’ as the steam swirls around;
your dermis starts weepin’, beads drippin’ to the ground.
We’re goin’ schvitin’, drippin’, slimmin’—
you might shed a few pounds.

Come on and schvitz, oh baby, schvitz,
oh yeah, in the mist.
By steam you’ll be kissed inside the schvitz.

No, you won’t see me dribble piss;
you won’t see no drippin’ piss.
Before I enter, get hot. . .
go; no flow’s amiss!

Come on and schvitz, oh baby, schvitz
So now, here’s the gist:
You steam in the mist and start to schvitz.