Ta Ta Wayo Wayo

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Hot sun in the city
And 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.

But 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...

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

 

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