Grass Is Always Greener...not

I sat out on the deck, in my puddle of sweat
I was eating an orange by the way
I was dreaming of Californ-i-a, no humidity that a-way
Then out of the computer and streaming radios waves, My HomeTown Radio played.
106 degrees in my old California town, in Erie I think I'll stay.

Ok, I already know I'm no poet.