Bruce Springsteen

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 everything's alright
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'.