Wild In The Streets Lyrics - Singles - British Lions

Wild in the streets 

Wild in the streets 

Wild in the streets 

Wild in the streets 

Well, in the heat of the summer 

Gonna call up a plumber 

To turn on the steam pump 

To cool me off 

With the newspaper writers 

And the big crime fighters 

I still need a drugstore 

To cure my cough 

Running wild in the streets 

Running wild in the streets 

Running wild in the streets 

Running wild in the streets 

You got a fan called Shady 

And a Midnight Lady 

And two Queen Mary's 

To beat the band 

You better not touch us 

You'd best believe us 

Your teenage jive is gonna 

Work out a mess 

Running wild in the streets 

Running wild in the streets 

Running wild in the streets 

Running wild in the streets 

Mrs. America, tell me 

How is your favorite son? 

Do you really care 

What he has done? 

Running wild in the streets