Hot town summer in the city
That is for sure
My take on the song hot fun summer in the city by the Loving spoonful
Summer in the City
Hot town, 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
Yes its hot as hell here, and this keeps every one out
On the sidewalks, in the street, blowing car horns
Drinking beer and generally getting on my nerves
Its ironbound which means,portugese, Brazilians
And south Americans
The black live in the projects
Not too far away but far enough thank god
And yes my neck is dirty
I hate the summer
Most black folks do
It ruins out hair
Black girls even when they swim don’t get their hair wet
Neither do I
And the Jeri curl juice that I use on my hair
Runs down my neck
And makes me feel like I am frying like chicken
All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
Just came from broad st, it was buzzing like a bee hive
The gangs stake out the corners
And sell Lucy’s and bootleg Cd.
Today I noticed that for the first time
I felt like blacks are the minority
I mean American blacks
There are lots of darkys on broad st
But they are Africans, Caribbean’s, and all the rest
And I am really sick of dreads
Can we dish
Every other negro has them
They have lost their meaning
Every one looks like the monster
From predator to me
I hate dreads
Sorry
Is that black enough for ya
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
Yea right around here at night
You hear car horns
That whiney Brazilian
Collective voice
Why the hell do all Brazilians speak in that damned falsetto voice
I cant stand it
Slipper, flip-flops shuffling along
The south Americans are all drunk at night
Coming back from the bars
Harassing every woman they see on the street
Hot fun my ass
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
Thank god for that
The less people
I have to look at the better
I am sick of thongs
And near nudity
Put some damn clothes on
Please
And stay the hell in your houses
These people have turned this town
Into a market in Mexico
Cool town, evening in the city
Dressing so fine and looking so pretty
Cool cat, looking for a kitty
Gonna look in every corner of the city
Till I'm wheezing like a bus stop
Running up the stairs, gonna meet you on the rooftop
Dressing up around here
They dress up the meat
And that is only with lemon juice
the people
there is So much skin here
I Feel like I am living amongst savages
This is not the rain forest
Put some damn clothes on
And the smell
I feel like tattoo on fantasy island
Instead of screaming out
The plane the plane
I yell out
the smell the smell
This whole city smells
Like a sewer
I am sorry
Garbage sewage and barbeque
A not so interesting mix
Smoke from their incessant need
To cook over the open fire
Where the hell is the fire department
I feel like I am living in a gieco commercial
With those ugly cavemen
And
Where the hell is the American food anyway
I like sauce on my meat
Where the hell are the subs
Even the hamburgers here
Have stuff on them that I cant figure out
Sauce on a hamburger is ketchup damnit
Not mayo
This aint Europe
Damn it
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
Right
with all of this workers from foreign countries
on the prowl
drunk, staggering
They buy their woman
Anyway
There woman arrive in cabs
Stay for ten minutes then move on
Then they drink corona
until they pass out and call it a day
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
Don’t call me babe
And
I am not sorry for my bitching
I am sorry
that the summer is so long
We should have one month of summer
Should have global warming in reverse
I am too fat and mean to walk around sweating
I wish that the sweat was the only thing
That dripped on me
Fluids hit you from the sky around here
It might just be the birds
Or a new kind of rain
Here in Newark
Where was I
Hot town, 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
The shadow here is
poverty
Gangs and silly immigrants
that smile all the time
Singing out
brazil
Brazil
Go home please
Brazil needs you
I don’t
The juice that has run from my hair
Now feels like hot wax
But at least I still have my hair
Every thing else is falling out
Or off me………..
All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
They are dead
they are on drugs
Coke, liquor
This section of Newark
Is full of coke heads
All of the Portuguese men over 20 snort coke
I am not lying
they aren’t dead
They are hiding
From their construction jobs
And failed marriages
They sit every where
Drinking wine
And singing songs that are best
Not remembered
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
And if you call me babe
one more time
In this heat
Ill show you why the your days
will not turn into night
Because
I will simply punch you
Damn
Weren’t we slaves
I thought that blacks were breed
to take heat
Why did I miss that gene
Got the bad feet jean
The diabetes gene
The obesity gene
Why couldn’t I get
that African
Walk around naked
Fly’s don’t bother me
I love the heat Gene
I am ready to go to Alaska
And join Sarah Palin
Cook some real meat
With sauce and the like
Moose chili is looking better and better to me
At least it doesn’t come with that whinny damn Brazilian
Voice…………….
Hot fun summer in the city my ass
Give me a shack in the woods
Any time
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