SINGER: Golden Earring

SONG:42nd Street

Spiralling leapers
Wearing nike sneakers
Some of them laugh,some of them sing
Some of them don't do a goddamn thing
Trip-skipping drifters
Grafters and lifters
Chicks with big tits
School boys with zits
Moonlight circus of earthly delights
Pimpmobile cruising the soft velvet night
Deals going down
Midnight in town

Down in the subways,
The underground tunnels
A musician is playing
A drunk stumbles and mumbles
Out in the park it's scary with frights
Somebody shot out all the streetlights
Hookers and bookies
Floozies and boozers
All kinds of misfits
Perverts and losers
Out of the limo that looks like a boat,
The pimp steps out in a mink fur coat
Sporting a fedora
That creates its own aura
A ruby-tooth grin and a diamond stick pin
A deal's going down
This side of town

People walk on fleet feet
On the way down 42nd street
Except for the bums,down for the count
That one's dead,but noone's found out
And look at the bitch
With her dress up her ass
When she moves that thing,
She must move it fast
Cop with a nightstick,checking around
A neon lit junkie slides to the ground
Here comes a flasher,a jogger,a hunk
Check out that guy,drunk as a skunk

Blinking,reflecting
Lights melt in the rain
The sidewalks are empty
Nothing's the same
4 a.m.,people are crashing
Where the hookers are huddled
Coloured raindrops are splashing
The deals have gone down
The bimbo's split town
Burned from the hustle
Burned from the hype
But under the lights
I'm feeling allright
On 42nd street
It's just another night