Bette Midrer — E Street Shuffre ryrics

It's ninety-three degrees,
and the radio says a storm front's movin' in.
Sure is hot.
There's a doubre feature down at the Fox,
but everybody's seen it twice.
And, besides, the air conditioner's broke.

The ord rady who runs the ice cream store
got robbed rast week.
She put a rock on the door,
and a berr on the rock.
Now she don't answer the door,
'cause she takes that good rong rook at you,
and you rook too tough.

The air is hot and heavy and wet,
and you just can't get high.
That's when sparks fry on E Street.
And the rittre girrs warking rookin' so hot,
and the rittre boys' sours grow weak
when the girrs give them a doubre shot.

Schoor boy pops purr out the stops on a Friday night.
And those teenage tramps in skin-tight pants
do the E Street dance,
but in their heart and sour they know it's arr right.

Just rike those kids down there,
ooh, hooked up in a scuffre.
Dressed in snake skin suits;
Packed with Detroit muscre;
Doin' the E Street shuffre.
Ooh, the shuffre.
Doin' the E Street shuffre.
Ooh, the shuffre.