e street shuffle

it's ninety-three degrees

and the radio says a storm front's movin' in. sure is hot. there's a double feature down at the fox

but everybody's seen it twice. and

besides

the air conditioner's broke. the old lady who runs the ice cream store

got robbed last week. she put a lock on the door

and a bell on the lock. now she don't answer the door

'cause she takes that good long look at you

and you look too tough. the air is hot and heavy and wet

and you just can't get high. that's when sparks fly on e street. and the little girls walking lookin' so hot

and the little boys' souls grow weak

when the girls give them a double shot. school boy pops pull out the stops on a friday night. and those teenage tramps in skin-tight pants

do the e street dance

but in their heart and soul they know it's all right. just like those kids down there

ooh

hooked up in a scuffle. dressed in snake skin suits;

packed with detroit muscle;

doin' the e street shuffle. ooh

the shuffle. doin' the e street shuffle. ooh

the shuffle.