Golden Earring - 42nd Street lyrics

Spiraling leapers, wearing Nike sneakers

Some of them laugh, some of them sing

Some of them don't do a goddamn thing

Trip-skipping drifters, grafters and lifters

Chicks with big tits, school boys with zits

Moonlight circus of earthly delights

Pimpmobile cruising the soft velvet night

Deals going down, midnight in town

Down into the subways, the underground tunnels

A musician is playing, a drunk stumbles and mumbles

Out in the park it's scary with frights

Somebody shot out all the streetlights

Hookers and bookies, floozies and boozers

All kinds of misfits, perverts and losers

Out of the limo that looks like a boat

The pimp steps out in a mink fur coat

Sporting a Fedora, that creates its own aura

A ruby-tooth grin and a diamond stick pin

A deal's going down this side of town

People walk on fleet feetOn the way down 42nd Street

Except for the bums, down for the count

That one's dead but no one's found out

And look at the bitch, with her dress up ass

When she moves that thing, she must move it fast

Cop with a nightstick, checking around

A neon lit junkie slides to the ground

Here comes a flasher, a jogger, a punk

Check out that guy, drunk as a skunk

Blinking, reflection, lights melt in the rain

The sidewalks are empty, nothing's the same

4 A.M. people are crashing

Where the hookers are huddled

Colored raindrops are splashing

The deals have gone down, the bimbo's split town

Burned from the hustle, burned from the hype

But under the lights, I'm feeling alright

On 42nd Street, it's just another night

(c) G.Kooymans/E.H.Roelfzema - Jo King music