i think she was a middle distance runner
the translation wasn't clear
could be a budding stately hero
international competition in a year
she was a good enough reason for a party
well, you couldn't keep up on a hard track mile
while she ran a perfect circle.
and she wore a perfect smile
in budapest.. hot night in budapest
we had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium
dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear
she was helping out at the backstage
stopping hearts and chilling beer
yes, and her legs went on for ever
like staring up at infinity
through a wisp of cotton panty
along a skin of satin sea
hot night in budapest
you could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife
feel it blowing from the sidefills
feel like you were playing for your life
if not the money
hot night in budapest
she bent down to fill the ice box
and stuffed some more warm white wine in
like some weird unearthly vision
wearing only tshirt, pants and skin
you know, it rippled, just a hint of muscle
but the boys and me were heading west
so we left her to the late crew
and a hot night in budapest
it was a hot night in budapest
she didn t speak much english language
she didn t speak much anyway
she wouldn t make love but she could make good sandwich
and she poured sweet wine before we played
hey budapest let's watch her now
i thought i saw her at the late night restaurant
she would have sent blue shivers down the wall
but she didn't grace our table
in fact, she wasn't there at all
yes, and her legs went on forever
like staring up at infinity
her heart was spinning to the west lands
and she didn't care to be
that night in budapest
hot night in budapest
