The Street

There's a place in the street where the rich people eat
There's a snack bar further down the block
There's a gambler's bar full of washed-up stars
Who still believe they're lucky

There's a theatre on the side where the upper class hide
There's a cinema further down the block
And the all-night world of the sidewalk girl
Comes alive around twelve o'clock
But try to watch where you go
For you don't really know who's friend or foe

In the street, boy!
That's where the action is
Where the wheelers and the dealers and the hustlers and the crooks get the suckers
In the street, boy!
There are places not to miss
Like the all-night strip and the moonlight trip for lovers

And the cops, they try to keep the order
Breaking up another row, but they never end somehow

There's an old cafe where the young people stay
Drinking coffee and chatting through the night
But a scream outside carries far and wide
As a lady meets a flasher

There's a little old man with a newspaper stand
Full of second-hand girlie magazines ("Pssst! Buy this!")
And the guy next door, he went nuts in the war
Now he fights with the passers-by
So try to watch where you go
For you don't really know who's friend or foe

In the street, boy!
That's where the action is
Where the wheelers and the dealers and the hustlers and the crooks get the suckers
In the street, boy!
There are places not to miss
Like the all-night strip and the moonlight trip for lovers

And the street is filling up with music from a little blind man
With a nickelodeon

In the street, boy!
That's where the action is
Where the wheelers and the dealers and the hustlers and the crooks get the suckers
In the street, boy!
There are places not to miss
Like the all-night strip and the moonlight trip for lovers

And the cops, they try to keep the order
Breaking up another row, but they never end somehow