Ta Ta Wayo Wayo

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

Oh, 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