Ta Ta Wayo Wayo
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
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
Autor(es): Ric Ocasek