Ely Joe Imagine Houston Lyrics

Imagine Houston Lyrics

Imagine Houston in the middle of July



Hotter than a pistol on a saturday nite



Your baby's on the front porch with a bamboo fan



As you pull up to the curb in your black sedan



It don't take her long she knew you were comin



With a slam of the screen she's off and she's runnin



Now she's sittin there beside you you forget about the heat



You leave your troubles at the curb and take your passion to the street







With a steam-heated love



With a burning desire and a tropical fire in your blood



With a steam-heated love



That hurricane feelin it's got you reelin,



 you can't even wait for the flood!







You put your arm around her and you tell her the news



And the white lines and the freeways they twist like a fuse



While the Pilgrims from the East with their U-Haul trailors



Build cities out of canvas just like shipwrecked sailors



And the asphalt sweats while the welders weld



And your wheels are hotter than the hinges of hell



And you better watch your step if you're just standing around



Because the buildings ain't constructed they erupt from the ground







Chorus







Outro



The parking lots are steaming with a street sweepers mist



Just the perfect atmosphere to steal a little kiss



And you notice that the moon has been coated with chrome



As it begins to rise beside the Astrodome.