"Wild in the Streets" Lyrics

(Wild in the streets, wild in the streets
Wild in the streets, wild in the streets)

Well in the heat of the summer
Gonna call up a plumber
To turn on the steam pump to cool me off
With the newspaper writers
And the big crime fighters
I still need a drugstore to cure my cough

Running wild in the streets
Running wild in the streets
Running wild in the streets
Running wild in the streets

You got a fan called Shady
And a Midnight Lady
And two Queen Mary's to beat the band
You better not touch us
You'd best believe us
Your teenage jive is gonna work out a mess

Running wild in the streets
Running wild in the streets
Running wild in the streets
Running wild in the streets
Mrs. America tell me how is your favourite son?
Do you really care what he has done?

Running wild in the streets...