It's ninety-three degrees,
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and the radio says a storm front's movin' in.
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Sure is hot.
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There's a double feature down at the Fox,
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but everybody's seen it twice.
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And, besides, the air conditioner's broke.
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The old lady who runs the ice cream store
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got robbed last week.
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She put a lock on the door,
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and a bell on the lock.
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Now she don't answer the door,
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'cause she takes that good long look at you,
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and you look too tough.
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The air is hot and heavy and wet,
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and you just can't get high.
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That's when sparks fly on E Street.
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And the little girls walking lookin' so hot,
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and the little boys' souls grow weak
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when the girls give them a double shot.
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School boy pops pull out the stops on a Friday night.
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And those teenage tramps in skin-tight pants
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do the E Street dance,
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but in their heart and soul they know it's all right.
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Just like those kids down there,
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ooh, hooked up in a scuffle.
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Dressed in snake skin suits;
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Packed with Detroit muscle;
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Doin' the E Street shuffle.
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Ooh, the shuffle.
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Doin' the E Street shuffle.
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Ooh, the shuffle.
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E Street Shuffle
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| Bette Midler |
