text: Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night
  With bruised arms and broken rhythm in a beat-up old Buick
  But dressed just like dynamite
  He tried selling his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street
  But they sighed Johnny it falls apart so easy
  And you know hearts these days are cheap
  And the pimps swung their axes and said
  Johnny youre a cheater
  Well the pimps swung their axes and said
  Johnny youre a liar
  And from out of the shadows came a young girls voice
  Said, Johnny dont cry
  Puerto Rican Jane, oh wont you tell me whats your name
  I want to drive you down to the other side of town
  Where paradise aint so crowded
  Therell be action going down on Shanty Lane tonight
  All them golden-heeled fairies in a real bitch fight
  Pull .38s and kiss the girls good night
  Oh good night, its alright Jane
  Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame
  We may find it out on the street tonight baby
  Or we may walk until the daylight maybe
  Well like a cool Romeo he made his moves
  Oh she looked so fine
  Like a late Juliet she knew hed never be true
  But then she didnt really mind
  Upstairs a band was playing
  The singer was singing something about going home
  She whispered, Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight
  But just dont leave me alone
  And Johnny cried Puerto Rican Jane
  Word is down the cops have found the vein
  Oh them barefoot boys left their homes for the woods
  Them little barefoot street boys they say homes aint no good
  They left the corners
  Threw away all their switchblade knives
  And kissed each other good-bye
  Johnny was sitting on the fire escape
  Watching the kids playing down the street
  He called down Hey little heroes
  Summers long but I guess it aint very sweet around here anymore
  Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat
  Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on
  And the sister prays for lost souls
  Then breaks down in the chapel after everyones gone
  Jane moves over to share her pillow
  But opens her eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on
  She says Those romantic young boys
  All they ever want to do is fight
  Those romantic young boys
  Theyre calling through the window
  Hey Spanish Johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?
  And Johnny whispered:
  Good night, its all tight Jane
  Ill meet you tomorrow night on Lovers Lane
  We may find it out on the street tonight baby
  Or we may walk until the daylight maybe
  Ah good night, its all right Jane
  Im gonna meet you tomorrow night on Lovers Lane
  Ah we can find it out on the street tonight baby
  Or we may walk until the daylight maybe
  Ah, good night, its all right Jane
  Ill meet you tomorrow night on Lovers Lane
  Now we may find it out on, on the street tonight baby
  Or we may have to walk until the morning light maybe