Lyrics
'Till I’m wheezing like a bus stop
Running up the stairs, gonna meet you on the rooftop
But at night it’s a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come on, come on, and dance all night
Despite the heat it’ll be alright
And babe, don’t you know it’s a pity
That the days can’t be like the nights
In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city
Man, how many producers and arrangers went from Bebop to hip hop, jazz to pop, movies and tv, commercials, jingles, producing award shows, we are the world type of benefit concerts and recordings where when he called you, no matter your stature, you showed up for him! What an icon!