(G.Kooymans/E.H.Roelfzema)
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Spiraling leapers, wearing Nike sneakers
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Some of them laugh, some of them sing
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Some of them don't do a goddamn thing
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Trip-skipping drifters, grafters and lifters
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Chicks with big tits, school boys with zits
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Moonlight circus of earthly delights
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Pimpmobile cruising the soft velvet night
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Deals going down, midnight in town
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Down into the subways, the underground tunnels
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A musician is playing, a drunk stumbles and mumbles
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Out in the park it's scary with frights
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Somebody shot out all the streetlights
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Hookers and bookies, floozies and boozers
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All kinds of misfits, perverts and losers
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Out of the limo that looks like a boat
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The pimp steps out in a mink fur coat
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Sporting a Fedora, that creates its own aura
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A ruby-tooth grin and a diamond stick pin
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A deal's going down this side of town
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People walk on fleet feetOn the way down 42nd Street
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Except for the bums, down for the count
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That one's dead but no one's found out
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And look at the bitch, with her dress up ass
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When she moves that thing, she must move it fast
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Cop with a nightstick, checking around
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A neon lit junkie slides to the ground
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Here comes a flasher, a jogger, a punk
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Check out that guy, drunk as a skunk
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Blinking, reflection, lights melt in the rain
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The sidewalks are empty, nothing's the same
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4 A.M. people are crashing
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Where the hookers are huddled
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Colored raindrops are splashing
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The deals have gone down, the bimbo's split town
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Burned from the hustle, burned from the hype
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But under the lights, I'm feeling alright
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On 42nd Street, it's just another night
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42nd Street
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| Golden Earring |
