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 StreetShuffle



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