(N. Chinn / M. Chapmann)
In the heat of the night when you know it aint right
But you do what you want to do.
You do what you feel but no one can feel like you.
In the summertime city aint it a pity
Theres so much to tie you down
Youre leaving tonight for somewhere you cant be found
While down at the end of town
At a pool hall where they all hang around
You can hear them talking bout girls they know
Talking bout what theyre gonna do
Then you ask yourself: is this where you belong,
In the heat of the night when you know it aint right
But you do what you want to do.
You do what you feel but no one can feel like you.
In the summertime city aint it a pity
Theres so much to tie you down
Youre leaving tonight for somewhere you cant be found
While down at the end of town
At a pool hall where they all hang around
You can hear them talking bout girls they know
Talking bout what theyre gonna do
Then you ask yourself: is this where you belong,