In the heat of the summer Better call up the plumber And turn on the street pump To cool me off
With your newspaper writers And your big crime fighters You still need a drugstore To cure my cough
Running wild in the streets
We got a gang called Shady And a midnight lady And two transvestites To beat the band
You better not touch us You best believe us Your teenage Johnny's Gonna be a man
Runnin' wild in the streets
Mrs. America Tell me how is your favorite son? Do you really care What he has done?
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