Lyric E Street Shuffle

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 don 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.