Wild in the Streets

                                  (Wild in the streets, wild in the streets

Wild in the streets, wild in the streets)



Well in the heat of the summer

Gonna call up a plumber

To turn on the steam pump to cool me off

With the newspaper writers 

And the big crime fighters

I still need a drugstore to cure my cough



Running wild in the streets

Running wild in the streets

Running wild in the streets

Running wild in the streets



You got a fan called Shady

And a Midnight Lady

And two Queen Mary's to beat the band

You better not touch us

You'd best believe us

Your teenage jive is gonna work out a mess



Running wild in the streets

Running wild in the streets

Running wild in the streets

Running wild in the streets

Mrs. America tell me how is your favourite son?

Do you really care what he has done?



Running wild in the streets...