Sparks fly on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot
All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot
Them schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night
Them teenage tramps in skin-tight pants do the E Street dance and everything's all right
Well, the kids down there either dancin' or hooked up in a scuffle
Dressed in snake-skin suits packed with Detroit muscle
They're doin' the E Street Shuffle

Now those E Street brats in twilight duel flashlight phantoms in full star stream
Down fire trails on silver nights with blonde girls pledged sweet sixteen
The newsboys say the heat's been bad since Power Thirteen gave a trooper all he had in a summer scuffle
And Power's girl, Little Angel, been on the corner keepin' those crazy boys out of trouble
Little Angel steps the shuffle like she ain't got no brains
She's deaf in combat down on Lover's Lane
She drives all them local boys insane
Yes, she does
Little Angel say, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(Whoa, oh, oh, oh, everybody form a line)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Oh, everybody form a line"

(Come on, baby!) (Come on, baby!) (You gotta get ready!) (Come on, girl!) (Oh!)
When the sparks light on E Street when the boy-prophets walk it handsome and hot
All them little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot
Oh, Little Angel hangs out at Easy Joe's, it's a club where all the riot squad goes when they're cashin' in for a cheap hustle
But them boys are still on the corner loose and doin' that lazy E Street Shuffle
And as them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams 
Little Angel picks up Power and he slips on his jeans 
And they move on out down to the scene
All the kids are dancin'
Ha, hey!