Tropic Nights, La La La

Summer sun is burning high,
No shade left, no clouds in sight.
Gelato melts before your eyes,
The river’s dry, the fountain lies.
Roads are bending in the heat,
Feet are sticking to the street.
Raise your glass and wipe your brow
Who needs water anyhow?
Spritz is warm, the bottles pile,
Fields are cracked for miles and miles.
Tropic Nights – troppo caldo, la la la!
Wine and laughter while the rivers fade away.
Tropic Nights – troppo caldo, la la la!
Hot dreams in burning streets
we just sweat and smile today.
La la la… Tropic Nights… la la la!
Pizza crust and melting cheese,
Nights that never bring a breeze.
Tourists smile, the locals sigh,
Water’s gone but spirits high.
Warnings come and warnings go,
Who digs deep when heatwaves grow?
Hidden concrete could hold the rain
Too clever, baby — we stay the same.
Spritz is warm, the bottles pile,
Fields are cracked for miles and miles.
A giant vault beneath the ground?
Too easy to build — we dance without.
Tropic Nights – troppo caldo, la la la!
Wine and laughter while the rivers fade away.
Tropic Nights – troppo caldo, la la la!
Hot dreams in burning streets
we just sweat and smile today.
La la la… Tropic Nights… la la la!
La la la under tropic skies,
Sleepless nights and tired eyes.
If the rain would only stay
We’d dance the drought and heat away.
Tropic Nights – troppo caldo, la la la!
Raise your glass, the water slips away.
Tropic Nights – troppo caldo, la la la!
Hot dreams in burning streets
we just toast and hope it’s fine.
La la la… Tropic Nights… la la la!