Wild in the Streets Lyrics

In the heat of the summer
Better call up the plumber
And turn on the street pump
To cool me off
With your newspaper writers
And your big crime fighters
You still need a drugstore
To cure my cough
Running wild in the streets
We got a gang called Shady

And a midnight lady
And two transvestites
To beat the band
You better not touch us
You best believe us
Your teenage Johnny's
Gonna be a man
Runnin' wild in the streets
Mrs. America
Tell me how is your favorite son?
Do you really care
What he has done?
Runnin' wild in the streets