Lyrics:

hot sun in the city the symphony is clear the girls are so pretty post card souvenir i feel it coming on hot sun in the city i feel it coming on 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 i feel it coming on the transistor beaches hot tan on white sand the motel with peaches it's getting out of hand i feel it coming on hot sun in the city i feel it coming on