[Verse 1]
Hot sun in the city
And the symphony is clear
Well, the girls are so pretty
The post card souvenirs

[Chorus]
I feel it coming on
Hot sun in the city
Oh, well, I feel it coming on

[Verse 2]
Well, the joints are still ripping
All faces aglow
The hearts are still skipping
Ta-ta, wayo-wayo

[Chorus]
I feel it coming on
Hot sun in the city
Oh, I feel it coming on

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
The transistor beaches
Hot tan on white sand
Oh, the motel with peaches
Well, it's getting out of hand
[Chorus]
(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)

[Outro]
Turn it on
Yeah