Slade

The boys are getting rowdy,
Skys are getting cloudy,
And we're standing in the rain.
My feet are getting wetter,
Now I'm feeling better,
And we're all out of our brain.
There's another urban jungle on heat,
And another rebel out on the street,
You've gotta watch yourself whoever you meet.
(Chorus) Cos she's little Sheila,
She's right now.
She's little Sheila,
Sheila's right now, yeah.
On up and over under,
Can you here the thunder,
On a concrete avenue.
Pointed toe stilettoes,
Ringing in the ghettos,