Wild in the Street

Wild in the street
 Wild in the street
 Wild in the street
 Wild in the street
 In the heat of the summer, better call out the plumber
 To turn on the steam cock to cool me off
 Well, your newspaper writers and your big crime fighters
 Still need a drug store to cure my cough
 Running wild in the street
 Wild in the street
 Wild in the street
 Wild in the street
 I got a banged up Chevy and a midnight lady
 And two transvestites to keep the band
 Well, you best not touch us, you best believe us
 Your teenage John would be a mess
 Running wild in the street
 Wild in the street
 I said, wild in the street
 Wild in the street
 Mrs. America, tell me how's your favourite son
 Do you really care what he has done?
 Wild in the street
 Wild in the street
 Wild in the street
 Wild in the street
 Wild in the street (running, running)
 Running wild in the street
 Wild in the street (running, running)
 I said, wild in the street
 Wild in the street (running, running)
 Wild in the street
 Wild in the street (running, running)
 I said, wild in the street
 Wild in the street (running, running)
 Wild in the street
 Wild in the street (running, running)
 Wild in the street
 Wild in the street (running, running)
 Wild in the street
 Wild in the street (running, running)
 Wild in the street