The Heat Is On Lyrics - The Voice Of Abba - Frida & Agnetha

Tropical summer - balmy day 

Sit around 

You haven't much to say 

'Cause the heat is on 

The heat is on. 

You know you're in the hands of fate 

Now you're gone and found me you appreciate 

That the heat is on 

The heat is on. 

You're on the road to Mandalay 

Never gonna make it 

Try another day 

'Cause the heat is on 

The heat is on. 

The temperature is rising to fever pitch 

The sun is getting closer and we all get rich 

'Cause the heat is on 

The heat is on. 

Hot pants 

I'm free 

Calculated madness sure feels sweet. 

The heat is on 

Heat is on. 

Summer 

Summer 

Summer dress on 

Summer 

Summer 

Summer dress on 

When the world gonna rattle when the heat is on. 

Tropical summer - balmy day 

Don't say much 

Ain't much to say 

'Cause the heat is on 

Heat is on 

The heat is on 

The heat is on 

The heat is on 

Heat is on. 

Hot pants 

I'm free 

Sure feels sweet. 

The heat is on 

Daddy 

Yes 

The heat is on. 

Tropical summer - balmy day 

On the road to Mandalay 

Temperature is rising to fever pitch. The heat is on.