text: The Rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night
  And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
  Over the Jersey state line
  Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
  Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
  The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants
  Together they take a stab at romance
  And disappear down Flamingo Lane
  Well the maximum lawman run down Flamingo
  Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
  And the kids round here look just like shadows
  Always quiet, holding hands
  From the churches to the jails
  Tonight all is silence in the world
  As we take our stand down in Jungleland
  Well the midnight gangs assembled
  And picked a rendezvous for the night
  Theyll meet neath that giant Exxon sign
  That brings this fair city light
  Man theres an opera out on the turnpike
  Theres a ballet being fought out in the alley
  Until the local cops, cherry top, rips this holy night
  The streets alive as secret debts are paid
  Contacts made, they vanished unseen
  Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades
  Hustling for the record machine
  The hungry and the hunted
  Explode into rocknroll bands
  That faced off against each other out in the street
  Down in Jungleland
  In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
  Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the DJ plays
  Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
  Desperate as the night moves on
  Just one look and a whisper, and theyre gone
  Beneath the city two hearts beat
  Soul engines running through a night so tender
  In a bedroom locked in whispers
  Of soft refusal and then surrender
  In the tunnels uptown the Rats own dream guns him down
  As shots echo down them hallways in the night
  No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
  Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
  Outside the streets on fire in a real death waltz
  Between whats flesh and whats fantasy
  And the poets down here
  Dont write nothing at all
  They just stand back and let it all be
  And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
  And try to make an honest stand
  But they wind up wounded, not even dead
  Tonight in Jungleland