Wild in the Street Songtext

von Chris Spedding

Wild in the street
Wild in the street
Wild in the street
Wild in the street

In the heat of the summer, better call out the plumber
To turn on the steam cock to cool me off
Well, your newspaper writers and your big crime fighters
Still need a drug store to cure my cough

Running wild in the street
Wild in the street
Wild in the street
Wild in the street

I got a banged up Chevy and a midnight lady
And two transvestites to keep the band
Well, you best not touch us, you best believe us
Your teenage John would be a mess

Running wild in the street
Wild in the street
I said, wild in the street
Wild in the street

Mrs. America, tell me how's your favourite son
Do you really care what he has done?

Wild in the street
Wild in the street
Wild in the street
Wild in the street

Wild in the street (running, running)
Running wild in the street
Wild in the street (running, running)
I said, wild in the street

Wild in the street (running, running)
Wild in the street
Wild in the street (running, running)
I said, wild in the street

Wild in the street (running, running)
Wild in the street
Wild in the street (running, running)
Wild in the street

Wild in the street (running, running)
Wild in the street
Wild in the street (running, running)
Wild in the street