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 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)