(McPherson/Smyth)



Down between the sunbeams the moneylenders chat

Hiding in the shade outside a council flat

Kids in the lift looking for things to throw



And practising their aim on the heads below

They make their apologies with the quickness of their feet

Then lost in the heat haze that shimmers across the street



Underfoot the pavement is melting

Crumbling for the luckiest girl

The whole world is melting.



(White white heat)

I'm still not in until a week next Wednesday

I'm holidaying on the roof (c)til the big bad wolf goes away



In the street the pavement is melting

Crumbling for the luckiest girl

The whole world is melting.



White heat turns the street upside down.



Down between the sunbeams the debt collectors chat, chat, chat, chat,

Hiding in the shade outside a council flat

By the hairs on my chinny chin chin

I shall not let you in.



In the street the pavement is melting

Crumbling for the luckiest girl

The whole world is melting.



(For the luckiest girl in all the world)

(White, white heat