In
the heat of the summer,
better call up the plumber
and turn on the steak pump and cool me off.
With your newspaper writers and your big crampon fatters,
you still need a drug store to cure my cough.
Running wild in the street.
Wild in the street.
Running wild in the street.
Wild in the street.
We got a gang called Shetty and a midnight
lady and two transvestites to feed the bed.
No,
you better not touch us,
you best believe us.
Your teenage Johnny's gonna be a man.
Running wild in the street.
Running wild in the street.
Running wild in the street.
Wild in the street.
Wild in the street.
Wild in the streets,
wild in the streets.
You've got me running wild in the streets.
Wild in the streets,
wild
in the streets.
Wild in the streets.