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