It's Clammy Inside

With apologies to Debbie reynalds and Stan Freberg, here is my parodey
of "Tammy":

Why do I feel just as though I had died?
Clammy, clammy, it's clammy inside,
Humidity levels have risen sky-high,
Clammy, it's clammy, I wanna cry.

The stickiness, the ickiness,
Make breathing tough,
I wish I were home right now,
'Twould not be so rough,

So if I could change how the air feels right now,
Clammy, clammy, less clammy somehow.