How´s things goin´ over here in England and stuff, all right? This is the first time I´ve ever been here before... On the eighth day, looked down on a bunch of drunks in this bar, and, uh, see... looked down on a bunch of drunks in this bar on the eighth day, and he said..."

Sparks fly on E Street
When the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot
And the little girls´ souls grow weak
When the man-child gives them a double shot

Now the schoolboy pops pull out all the stops
On a Friday night
Now the teenage tramps in skin-tight pants
Do the E Street dance and it´s alright, yes, it´s alright

Well, the little kids down there either dancin´
Or hooked up in a scuffle
Dressed in snake-skin suits packed with east coast muscle
They´re doin´ the E Street Shuffle

Now those E Street brats in twilight duel
Flashlight phantoms in full star stream, runnin´ down the road
Down fire trails on summer nights, chasin´ little blonde girls
Pledged forever sweet sixteen

Power 13 said it´s been bad
Since he gave a trooper everything he had in a summer scuffle
And Power´s girl, Little Angel, she´s still out there on the corner
Tryin´ to keep them crazy boys out of trouble

Little Angel dances the shuffle
Like she ain´t got no brains
She´s deaf in combat, she´s a killer, she´s a murderess

She´s the queen way down on lovers´ lane

Hey, everybody (hey, everybody)
Everybody form a line
Hey, baby (hey, baby)
Everybody form a line one time

Sparks fly on E Street
When the boy-prophets walk it handsome and hot
All the little ones´ souls grow weak
When the man-child hits them with the double shot

Little Angel works down at Easy Joe´s
It´s a joint where all the riot squad goes
When they´re jackin´ in on all the hustlers
But them kids are still on the corner
Got the same faces in the same old places

As them summer nights turn into summer dreams
Little Angel picks up Power and he slips on his jeans
He puts on his shirt, steps outside, looks up and down the street
Because pretty soon, it´s all gonna be gone
And he moves on down to the street, he´s gone
All by himself, all by himself
All by himself

We´re havin´ a party, sha-la-la-la-la
Havin´ a party, sha-la-la-la
Walkin´ past the drugstore
Tryin´ on the sunglasses at the drugstore
Lookin´ in the mirror
We´re havin´ a party
Havin´ a party
Sittin´ on a bench downtown

Sittin´ on a bench downtown
All night long, sittin´ on a bench
Saxophone
Sittin´ on a bench
Havin´ a party