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 don'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