Lyrics:

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

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 street
Wild in the street
Wild in the street
Wild in the street

We got a gang called Shady and a midnight lady
And two transvestites to beat the band
No, you better not touch us
You best believe us
Your teenage Johnny's gonna be a man

Running wild in the streets
Running wild in the streets
Running wild in the streets
Running wild in the streets

Mrs. America
Tell me, how is your favorite son?
And do you really care what he has done?

Running wild in the streets
Running wild in the streets
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
Wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
Wild in the streets
Wild in the streets