Oh, signs are lit
Down on front street
I see the women they're thinking
On the clock how they wanna pack it up
They wanna get in touch
They wanna leave.

Oh, stop
I can't take no more, this heat won't let me
Think straight for even a minute
Oh, stop
Fever dreaming nights, too hot to get sleep
But it wouldn't make any difference
Oh oh, heatwave
Oh oh, again.

Outside, there's a blinding light
Salt in your wide blue eyes
Sand of Miami
At night, men ride on their motorbikes
They wink as girls pass by
They wanna see.

Oh, stop
I can't take no more, this heat won't let me
Think straight for even a minute
Oh, stop
Fever dreaming nights, too hot to get sleep
You know it wouldn't make any difference
Oh oh, heatwave
Oh oh, again.