Summer In The City - Quincy Jones

'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