Sparks fly on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot Them schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night The teenage tramps in skintight pants do the E Street dance and everything's all right Well the kids down there are either dancing or hooked up in a scuffle Dressed in snakeskin suits packed with Detroit muscle They're doin' the E Street Shuffle Now those E Street brats in twilight duel flash like phantoms in full star stream Down fire trails on silver nights with blonde girls pledged sweet sixteen The newsboys say the heat's been bad since Power Thirteen gave a trooper all he had in a summer scuffle And Power's girl, Little Angel, been on the corner keepin' those crazy boys out of trouble Little Angel steps the shuffle like she ain't got no brains She's death in combat down on Lover's Lane She drives all them local boys insane Little Angel says, 'Oh, oh, everybody form a line Oh, oh, everybody form a line' Sparks light on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot All them little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot Little Angel hangs out at Easy Joe's, it's a club where all the riot squad goes when they're cashin' in for a cheap hustle But them boys are still on the corner loose and doin' that lazy E Street Shuffle As them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams Little Angel picks up Power and he slips on his jeans And they move on out down to the scene All the kids are dancin'
