(Wild in the streets)

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 drugstore to cure my cough
Running wild in the streets

Wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
Wild in the streets

(Wild in the streets)
(Wild in the streets)
(Wild in the streets)
(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
Runnin' wild in the streets
Runnin' wild in the streets
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
Runnin' wild in the streets
Runnin' wild in the streets
Runnin' wild in the streets
Runnin' wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
Runnin' wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
Runnin' wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
(Runnin' wild in the streets)
(Wild in the streets)

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Garland Jeffreys, Peter Casperson