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

The old lady who runs the ice cream store
Got robbed last week
She put a lock on the door
And a bell on the lock
Now she doesn't answer the door
'Cause she takes that good long look at you
And you look too tough.

The air is hot and heavy and wet
And you just can't get high
That's when sparks fly on E Street
And the little girls walking lookin' so hot
And the little boys' souls grow weak
When the girls give them a double shot.

School boy pops pull 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 soul they know it's all right.

Just like those kids down there
Ooh, hooked up in a scuffle
Dressed in snake skin suits
Packed with Detroit muscle
Doin' the E Street shuffle
Ooh, the shuffle
Doin' the E Street shuffle
Ooh, the shuffle.