Sparks fly on E Street as the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot.
All the little girls souls go weak when the man-child gives them a double shot.
The schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night.
The teenage tramps in skintight pants do the E Street dance and everythings allright.
Little kids down there, either dancing or hooked up in a scuffle, dressed in snakeskin suits packed with Detroit muscle,
They're doing the E Street shuffle.
Now those E Street brats in twighlight duel flashlight phantoms in full star stream.
Down fire trails on silver nights with blonde girls pledged sweet sixteen.
The newsboys say the heats been bad since Power Thirteen gave a trooper all he had in a summer scuffle.
And Powers 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 deaf in combat down on Lovers Lane
She drives all them local boys insane
Little Angel says, "Oh, oh, everybody form a line.
Oh, oh everybody form a line"
Sparks fly on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot.
All them little girls souls go weak when the man-child gives them a double shot.
Little Angel hangs out at Easy Joes, 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,
As they move on out down to the scene.
All the kids are dancin'.
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