Written, arranged, performed and produced by Deborah "La Cocodrila" De La Torre (piano). With Ron Bland (bass) and Thomas A. Blomster (percussion).
Speaking of hot, this song is about heat. Oppressive heat. Hot, sweaty sticky heat when you're stuck in your apartment with no air-conditioning and there's nowhere to go. The air doesn't move, and that old propeller fan is just cranking away like a stupid useless thing. Even the shadows are long hot fingers and they're slowly creeping up the window, coming to burn your skin. It's so hot that your eyeballs are stuck open, and your mind just drifts off as the end part of the song repeats itself, until you notice that it's suddenly over and you're just sitting there, and you haven't moved in a long time.