Dressed in snakeskin suits packed with Detroit muscle They're doin' the E Street Shuffle Now those E Street brats in twilight dual flashlight phantoms in full star stream
down Broadway I'm a young man and I talk real loud, yeah baby, walk real proud for you So shake it away, so shake away your street life And hook up
The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a braid And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave Behind the tent, the hired
and broken rhythm and 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 said
snake-skin suits packed with Detroit muscle They're doin' the E Street Shuffle. Now those E Street brats in twilight duel flashlight phantoms in full star stream
Превод: Спрингстийн, Брус. В Shuffle E Street.
the pier lights our carnival life forever Love me tonight for I may never see you again, hey Sandy girl Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get
a bundle, She goes runnin' nightly, lightly through the jungle, And them tin cans are explodin' out of the ninety degree heat, Cat somehow lost his baby down on Bleeker Street
: Spread out now Rosie doctor come cut loose her mama's reins You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game You pick up Little Dynamite
: The Machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave and the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat victim of the heatwave, Behind the tent the hired
in snake-skin suits packed with Detroit muscle They're doin' the E Street Shuffle. Now those E Street brats in twilight duel flashlight phantoms in full star stream
down Broadway, I'm a young man and I talk real loud, yeah, baby walk real proud for you. So shake it away, so shake away your street life, shake away
and broken rhythm and 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 said
, the pier lights our carnival life forever Love me tonight for I may never see you again, hey Sandy girl Now the greasers they tramp the streets or
and broken rhythm and 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