 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
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