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 d**tore 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