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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