Wild in the Streets Lyrics

(...wild in the streets... wild in the streets...
wild in the streets... wild in the streets...)

Well in the heat of the summer
Better call up the plumber
and turn on the steam pump to cool me off
With your newspaper writers
And your big crime fighters
You still need a drugstore to cure my cough

Running wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
(...wild in the streets...wild in the streets...wild in the streets...wild in the streets...)

We got a gang called Shady
And a Midnight Lady
And two tranvestites to beat the band
No you better not touch us
You'd best believe us
Your teenage jive is gonna be 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 favorite son?
and Do you really care what he has done?

Running wild in the streets
(repeat to end)