text: Sparks fly on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot
  All the little girls souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot
  Them schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night
  Them teenage tramps in skin-tight pants do the E Street dance and everythings all right
  Well, the kids down there either dancing or hooked up in a scuffle
  Dressed in snake-skin suits packed with Detroit muscle
  Theyre doing 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 keeping 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
  Yes, she does
  Little Angel say, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh 
  Oh, everybody form a line
   
  When the sparks light on E Street when the boy-prophets walk it handsome and hot
  All them little girls souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot
  Oh, 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
  And as them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams
  Little Angel picks up Power and he slips on his jeans
  And they move on out down to the scene
  All the kids are dancing
  Ha, hey!