 Summer in the city, back of my neck getting dirty and gritty. Been down, isn't it a pity? Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city. All around people looking half dead, walking on the sidewalk harder than a matchhead. Something like it's a different world. Go out and find a girl. Come on, come on, it's all right. Despite the heat, it'll be all right. And babe, don't you know it's a pity the days can't be like the nights in the summer in the city. Summer in the city.