The joint is packed and swingin’
It’s a little after ten
It’s summer in the City
There’s a heat wave once again
It happens every summer
When the temperature runs high
People gettin’ crazy
Common sense in short supply
I can feel it comin’
There’s trouble in the street
The sirens are all wailing
The cops are on the beat
The temperature is rising
People itchin’ for a fight
You need to watch your back
When the neon’s burnin’ bright
There are shadows in the alley
There’s gonna be a fight
It’s all about the temperature
The heat this summer night
Were livin’ in a powder keg
It’s going to explode
There’s going to be trouble
No telling what just might unfold
Now the rumble is upon us
It’s time to pick your side
And if you’re not a fighter
Best you find a place to hide
Don’t go out in the street
Thinking that perhaps you might
Outrun the clear and present danger
Of the heat of the night
Somethin’s gonna happen
When this powder keg ignites
There’s simply no escapin’
The heat of the night
There are shadows in the alley
There’s gonna be a fight
It’s all about the temperature
The heat this summer night
Were livin’ in a powder keg
It’s going to explode
There’s going to be trouble
No telling what just might unfold
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