They used to play that old jukebox, full of American 
jazz
With all the power of the west, the very peak of what 
is best
In blazing stars and razzmatazz
But on the boulevard sidewalks, the pro-American 
swingers' talk
Will make the shadows in the doorways come alive
And special agents will arrive

So keep off the streets at night
'Cause no one's safe in the searching light
Keep off the streets at night
For agents hide in the pale moonlight
It's no place to be pro-American
It's no place to be found
When the troops came down on the off-beat side of the 
town.

They used to train those pretty ladies
In western cinema style
To carry out romantic chores
Amongst the diplomatic corps
Where tongues were loosened for a smile
But still they played that old jukebox
With all the power of the steeple clock
Until the streets were left without a trace of sound
And only shadows move around

So keep off the streets at night
'Cause no one's safe in the searching light
Keep off the streets at night
For agents hide in the pale moonlight
It's no place to be pro-American
It's no place to be found
When the troops came down on the off-beat side of the 
town.
The troops came down on the off-beat side of the town.