Long Hot Summer Comin' On - Black 47

The girls in their summer dresses*

Ah they’re looking so divine

As they stroll along the avenue

Don’t they know they’re running out of time

The cop fingers his holster

The leather shiny and new

He may be just a year on the job

But he knows exactly what to do

Now the carnival is over — the real deal has begun

Better hold on to the things you love

Long hot summer’s comin' on

Danny says «I'm dyin' out on old SI

I keep prayin' for redemption

But it’s all just pie in the sky»

The Fire Brass are nervous

But the Ladder’s in control

Waitin' for Gasoline Gomez

They got kerosene in their souls

Now the Go-Go days are over, the Iceman’s on the run

Better hold on to the one you love

Long hot summer’s comin' on

And oh you’re dying now — and oh you’re crying now

Nothing left to hang your hopes on

Strummer’s gone — left you alone

Feel the panic comin' on

The ghosts out on the Bowery

In their leather and their lace

Led by Captain Kristal

Want Television back on the stage

Then Lester runs out screamin'

«I just escaped from their museum

I need a drink not a curator

But I’m still trapped in their rock & roll dream»

Now the Stratocaster’s silent, the countdown has begun

Better hold on to the dreams you had

Long hot summer’s comin' on