Its ninety-three degrees,
and the radio says a storm fronts movin in.
Sure is hot.
Theres a double feature down at the Fox,
but everybodys seen it twice.
And, besides, the air conditioners 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 dont 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 cant get high.
Thats 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 its 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.
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