Sparks fly on E street when the boy prophets walk in,
handsome and hot
All the little girls' souls grow weak
when the man-child gives them a double shot
The schoolboy pops pull out
all the stops on a Friday night
The teenage tramps in skin-tight pants
do the E Street dance and everything's alright
Little kids down there either dancin' 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 dual flashlight 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, has 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 deaf in combat down on lover's lane
She drives all them local boys insane
Yes, she does
Little Angel says, oh, everybody form a line
Oh, oh, everybody form a line
Well, the sparks fly on E Street when the boy prophets walk in,
handsome and hot
All the 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
as they move on out down to the scene
All the kids are dancin' (ah higher)