Sparks
fly on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot
|
Them schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night |
The teenage tramps in skintight pants do the E Street dance and everything's all right |
Well the kids down there are either dancing or hooked up in a scuffle |
Dressed in snakeskin suits packed with Detroit muscle |
They're doin' the E Street Shuffle |
Now those E Street brats in twilight duel flash like phantoms in full star stream |
Now those E Street brats in twilight duel flash like phantoms in full star stream |
The newsboys say the heat's been bad since Power Thirteen gave a trooper all he had in a summer scuffle |
And Power's girl, Little Angel, been on the corner keepin' those crazy boys out of trouble |
Little Angel steps the shuffle like she ain't got no brains |
She's death in combat down on Lover's Lane |
She drives all them local boys insane |
Little
Angel says, "Oh, oh, everybody form a line Oh, oh, everybody form a line" |
Sparks light on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot |
All them little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot |
Little Angel hangs out at Easy Joe's |
It's a club where all the riot squad goes when they're cashin' in for a cheap hustle |
But them boys are still on the corner loose |
And doin' that lazy E Street Shuffle |
As them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams |
Little Angel picks up Power and he slips on his jeans |
And they move on out down to the scene |
All the kids are dancin' |
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