E Street Shuffle

It's ninety-three degrees

And the radio says a storm front's movin' in

Sure is hot

There's a double feature down at the Fox, but everybody's seen it twice

And, besides, the air conditioner's broke

The old lady who runs the ice cream store got robbed last week

She put a lock on the door and a bell on the lock

Now she doesn't answer the door

'Cause she takes that good long look at you, and you look too tough

The air is hot and heavy and wet, and you just can't get high

That's when sparks fly on E Street

And the little girls walking lookin' so hot

And the little boys' souls grow weak when the girls give them a double shot

School boy pops pull out the stops on a Friday night

And those teenage tramps in skin-tight pants do the E Street dance

But in their heart and soul they know it's all right

Just like those kids down there, ooh, hooked up in a scuffle

Dressed in snake skin suits

Packed with Detroit muscle

Doin' the E Street shuffle

Ooh, the shuffle

Doin' the E Street shuffle

Ooh, the shuffle