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

hot sun in the city

I feel it coming on