Wild in the Streets

Wild in the streets

Wild in the streets

Wild in the streets

Wild in the streetsWell, in the heat of the summer

Gonna call up a plumber

To turn on the steam pump

To cool me offWith the newspaper writers

And the big crime fighters

I still need a drugstore

To cure my coughRunning wild in the streets

Running wild in the streets

Running wild in the streets

Running wild in the streetsYou got a fan called Shady

And a Midnight Lady

And two Queen Mary's

To beat the bandYou better not touch us

You'd best believe us

Your teenage jive is gonna

Work out a messRunning wild in the streets

Running wild in the streets

Running wild in the streets

Running wild in the streetsMrs. America, tell me

How is your favorite son?

Do you really care

What he has done?Running wild in the streets