I been desert hot down in Phoenix
I been smoggy hot out in L.A.
I been high ‘n dry hot in Colorado
I been charred out on the Midwest Plains
I been madhatter flattened by the heat in Manhattan
I been muggy on the Mighty Miss
I been burned like a stick on Route 66
But I ain’t never been this

Hot’lanta, how come you do me this way
When you’re 99 in the noonday sun
And a hundred and one in the shade
Hot’lanta, I think I prefer your nights
With your cosmopolitan café women
How they do go on and on
Down in Hot’lanta

In a fuselage in a crowded sky
I was trying very hard not to think
But in a paranoid vision of the worst that could happen
I asked my stewardess "Just one more drink"

The cabin temperature had me in a blur
I was shaking by the time we touched down
We hit that tarmac
Hell bent for Mary Mac’s
Back in your sizzlin’ town

Hot’lanta, how come you do me this way
When you’re 99 in the noonday sun
And a hundred and one in the shade
Hot’lanta, I think I prefer your nights
With your cosmopolitan café women
How they do go on and on
Down in Hot’lanta