A street band plays
One man way
A little pay
Saves the day
Watch my feet
Do the street
The city beat
That’s my lead

Some sweet love is calling
From the deep blue sea
Some sweet love
Why don’t you call
Some sweet love is calling
Wonder when for me
She won’t talk to me at all

Throttle gust, traffic fuss
Rubber-dust, the city crust
The city gas, eats you fast
Play that jazz, or mind your ass

Some sweet love is calling
From the deep blue sea
Some sweet love
Why don’t you call
Some sweet love is calling
Wonder when for me
She won’t talk to me at all
She won’t, she won’t, she won’t talk at all

Summer in the city starts
Beating of a bleeding heart
Rhythm of the traffic noise
In your city
Feel that your love is lost
In the gritty and the city fuss
Better listen to the healing noise

Screaming cars – strip-joint bars
Burned out stars – no Renoir’s
Love that noise – the City Voice
Kind of joy – keep you poised – keep you poised

Summer in the city starts
Beating of a bleeding heart
Rhythm of the traffic noise
In your city

Feel that your love is lost
In the gritty and the city fuss
Better listen to that healing noise
City Voice