text: Sparks fly on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot
  All the little girls souls grow weak when the manchild gives them a double shot
  The schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night
  The teenage tramps in skin-tight pants do the E Street dance and everythings alright
  Little kids down there either dancin or hooked up in a scuffle
  Dressed in snake-skin suits packed with Detroit muscle
  Theyre doin the E Street Shuffle
  Now those E Street brats in twilight duel flashlight phantoms in full star stream
  Down fire trails on silver nights with blonde girls pledged sweet sixteen
  The newsboys say the heats been bad since Power Thirteen gave a trooper all he had in a summer scuffle
  And Powers girl, Little Angel, been on the corner keepin those crazy boys out of trouble
  Little Angel steps the shuffle like she aint got no brains
  Shes deaf in combat down on Lovers Lane
  She drives all them local boys insane
  Little Angel says, Oh, everybody form a line
  Oh, everybody form a line.
  Sparks fly on E Street when the boy-prophets walk it handsome and hot
  All them little girls souls grow weak when the manchild gives them a double shot
  Little Angel hangs out at Easy Joes. its a club where all the riot squad
  Goes when theyre cashin in for a cheap hustle
  But them boys are still on the corner loose and doin that lazy E Street Shuffle
  As them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams Little Angel picks up Power and he slips on his jeans as they move on out down to the scene
  All the kids are dancin