Incident on 57th Street (Live at Capitol Theatre, Passiac, NJ, 09/20/78)

Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night
With bruised arms and broken rhythm in a beat-up old Buick but dressed just like dynamite
He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street
But they sighed, "Johnny, it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap"
And the pimps swung their axes, said, "Johnny, you're a cheater"
And the pimps swung their axes and said, "Johnny, you're a liar"
From out of the shadows came a young girl's voice -- "Johnny!"
Said, "Johnny, don't cry"
Then Johnny sighed, "Puerto Rican Jane, oh, won't you tell mе what's your name
I want to ride you down to the othеr side of town
Where paradise ain't so crowded, there'll be action goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight
All them golden-heeled fairies in a real bitch fight, pull thirty-eights and kiss the girls goodnight"

And Johnny sighed, "Goodnight, it's all right, Jane
Ah, let the black boys in to light the soul flame
We may find it out on the street tonight, baby
Or we may walk 'til the morning light, maybe"

Well, like a cool Romeo he made his move, yeah, she looked so fine
And like a late Juliet she knew he'd never be true, she did not really mind
Upstairs the band was playin', the singer was singin' something about going home
She whispered, "Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight, but just don't leave me alone"
And Johnny sighed, "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down the cops have found the vein"
Them little barefoot boys left their homes for the woods
Them barefoot street boys, they say homes ain't no good
They left the corners and they threw away all of their switchblade knives
And kissed each other bye-bye

Well, Johnny sat on the fire escape watchin' the kids playin' down in the street
And he called down, "Hey, little heroes, summer's long, but I guess it ain't so sweet around here no more"
Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat; Johnny sits up all night and watches her dreamin' on
And her sister breaks down in the chapel late at night after everybody's gone
Janey wakes up, moves over to share her pillow, sees Johnny up and out of bed, putting his clothes on
And she sighs, "Them romantic young boys (them romantic young boys), all they ever want to do is fight"
Them romantic young boys (them romantic young boys), they call in the window:
"Hey, Johnny, why don't you come on out and make a little easy money tonight?"
And Johnny sighed, "Goodnight, it's all right, Jane
I swear I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane
We may find it out on the street tonight, baby
Or we may walk 'til the morning light, maybe"
Well, goodnight, it's all right, Jane
I swear I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane
We may find it out on the street tonight, baby
Or we may walk 'til the morning light, maybe
Well, goodnight, it's all right, Jane
I swear I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane
We may find it out on the street tonight, baby
Or we may walk 'til the morning light, maybe
Say it!
Goodnight, it's all right, Jane
Well, goodnight, it's all right, Jane
Goodnight, it's all right, Jane
Goodnight, it's all right, Jane