Lyrics:

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