E Street Shuffle

Sparks fly on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot Them schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night Them teenage tramps in skin-tight pants do the E Street dance and everything's all right Well, the kids down there either dancing or hooked up in a scuffle Dressed in snake-skin suits packed with Detroit muscle They're doing the E Street Shuffle Now those E Street brats in twilight duel flashlight phantoms in full star stream Down fire trails on silver nights with blonde girls pledged sweet sixteen The newsboys say the heat's been bad since Power Thirteen gave a trooper all he had in a summer scuffle And Power's girl, Little Angel, been on the corner keeping 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 Lover's Lane She drives all them local boys insane Yes, she does Little Angel say, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Whoa, oh, oh, oh, everybody form a line) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Oh, everybody form a line" (Come on, baby!) (Come on, baby!) (You gotta get ready!) (Come on, girl!) (Oh!) When the sparks light on E Street when the boy-prophets walk it handsome and hot All them little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot Oh, Little Angel hangs out at Easy Joe's, 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 And as them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams Little Angel picks up Power and he slips on his jeans And they move on out down to the scene All the kids are dancing Ha, hey!