[Upbeat summer salsa, around 104 BPM, 4/4, bright piano montuno, syncopated bass tumbao, congas, bongos, timbales, güiro, hand percussion, brass punches and lively call-and-response vocals. Male lead vocal is playful, hot, flirtatious and slightly desperate from the Phoenix heat. Big danceable chorus with group responses.] [Intro — percussion first, then piano montuno and brass stabs. Singer speaks rhythmically over the groove.] Phoenix says one-twelve, My dashboard says one-eighteen, I say somebody find me Something cold and something green. [Verse 1] Sun is frying up the sidewalk, Heat is dancing off the street, I could cook an egg on Camelback, Without turning on the heat. Got my feet down in the pool now, Got a cold one in my hand, But I close my eyes and suddenly There’s an ocean in the sand. [Pre-Chorus — horns answer each line.] I hear the congas, I hear the tide, I feel that rhythm Pull me outside. [Chorus — full brass, group responses.] I got a beach in my mind, While Phoenix is burning, A little lime in my glass, And the whole world turning. Dance the salsa with me, Till the desert feels fine, I may be stuck in Arizona, But there’s a beach in my mind. [Instrumental Turnaround — short brass riff, piano montuno, timbale fill.] [Verse 2] Everybody’s in the swimming pool, Trying not to melt away, Someone brought a little speaker, Now the backyard starts to sway. Palm trees only on the T-shirt, Ocean nowhere left or right, But she spins beneath the patio lights, And suddenly it feels right. [Pre-Chorus] I hear the congas, I hear the tide, She takes my hand and says, “Come dance outside.” [Chorus] I got a beach in my mind, While Phoenix is burning, A little lime in my glass, And the whole world turning. Dance the salsa with me, Till the desert feels fine, I may be stuck in Arizona, But there’s a beach in my mind. [Bridge — percussion break; bass and congas lead, playful call-and-response.] Singer: How hot is it? Group: Too hot! Singer: How cold’s that drink? Group: Not hot! Singer: Where’s the ocean? Group: Not here! Singer: Then turn that music up And bring that cooler near! [Brass break — energetic mambo section, trumpets and trombones trading short figures over piano montuno.] [Verse 3 — lighter vocal at first, then build.] Maybe someday I’ll hit the coastline, Put my bare feet in the foam, Dance the salsa by the water, Let the moonlight lead me home. Till then I’ve got this little pool, And somebody dancing near, So pour another one with ice and lime— We’re bringing the beach right here. [Final Chorus — bigger, stacked vocals, brass answers.] I got a beach in my mind, While Phoenix is burning, A little lime in my glass, And the whole world turning. Dance the salsa with me, Till the desert feels fine, I may be stuck in Arizona, But there’s a beach in my mind. [Repeat — group joins heavily.] Beach in my mind! (Beach in my mind!) Cold drink in my hand! (Cold drink in his hand!) Phoenix on fire! (Phoenix on fire!) But tonight— WE’RE DANCING IN THE SAND! [Outro — percussion and piano continue while vocal becomes spoken and playful.] Somebody check the temperature. …No. I don’t wanna know. Just put more ice in it.
