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Sonny's out strolling-ambling slowly-awash in amber streetlight A Mexican wind blows in, breaking the hold Angelenos have on their halos Motors running muffle all the sound Street talk about big deals going down We got another hot night in a cold town It's another hot night in a cold town Johnny's got spare change in his pocket A ring and a watch too hock for a sweet ride A one way ticket's hidden in his shoe The last few hours Sonny, he'll spend with you He's leaving town without a trace No forwarding address, he'll never have to face- Another hot night in a cold town Hot night in a cold town With the movers and the groovers-cornerboys hanging around Going in and out the doorways-up and down the stairs Stray dogs headed for the pound We got another hot night in a cold town Hot night in a cold, cold, cold-cold town From Letras Mania