Text: The Cars. Door To Door. Ta Ta Wayo Wayo.

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
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I feel it coming on
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I feel it coming on
Hot sun in the city
I feel it coming on