Hot sun in the city And the symphony is clear Well, the girls are so pretty The post card souvenirs I feel it coming on Hot sun in the city Well, I feel it coming on Well, the joints are still ripping All faces aglow The hearts are still skipping Ta-ta, wayo-wayo I feel it coming on Hot sun in the city Oh, I feel it coming on The transistor beaches Hot tan on white sand Oh, the motel with peaches Well, it's getting out of hand (Ooh-ooh) I feel it coming on (ooh-ooh) The temperature's rising (ooh-ooh) Yeah, I feel it coming on (ooh-ooh) Oh well, the girls are so pretty (ooh-ooh) Well, I feel it coming on (ooh-ooh) Hot sun in the city (ooh-ooh) Well, I feel it coming on (ooh-ooh) Turn it on Yeah