down Broadway I'm a young man and I talk real loud, yeah baby, walk real proud for you So shake it away, so shake away your street life And hook up
The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a braid And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave Behind the tent, the hired
and broken rhythm and a beat-up old Buick but dressed just like dynamite He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street But they said
the pier lights our carnival life forever Love me tonight for I may never see you again, hey Sandy girl Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get
a bundle, She goes runnin' nightly, lightly through the jungle, And them tin cans are explodin' out of the ninety degree heat, Cat somehow lost his baby down on Bleeker Street
: Spread out now Rosie doctor come cut loose her mama's reins You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game You pick up Little Dynamite
: The Machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave and the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat victim of the heatwave, Behind the tent the hired
in snake-skin suits packed with Detroit muscle They're doin' the E Street Shuffle. Now those E Street brats in twilight duel flashlight phantoms in full star stream
down Broadway, I'm a young man and I talk real loud, yeah, baby walk real proud for you. So shake it away, so shake away your street life, shake away
and broken rhythm and a beat-up old Buick but dressed just like dynamite, He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street, But they said
, the pier lights our carnival life forever Love me tonight for I may never see you again, hey Sandy girl Now the greasers they tramp the streets or
and broken rhythm and a beat-up old Buick but dressed just like dynamite, He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street, But they
me down Broadway, I'm a young man and I talk real loud, yeah, baby walk real proud for you. So shake it away, so shake away your street life, shake away
Spread out now Rosie doctor come cut loose her mama's reins You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game You pick up Little Dynamite I'
The Machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave and the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat victim of the heatwave, Behind the tent the hired hand