Bruce Springsteen Incident on 57th Street Lyrics:
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 and
said "Johnny you're a cheater." Well the
pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny
you're a liar" And from out of the shadows
came a young girl's voice said: "Johnny don't
cry"

Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's
your name. I want to drive you down to the other
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 .38s and kiss the girls good
night

Oh good night, it's alright Jane Now let them
black boys in to light the soul flame We may find
it out on the street tonight baby Or we may walk
until the daylight maybe

Well like a cool Romeo he made his moves, oh she
looked so fine Like a late Juliet she knew he'd
never be true but then she didn't really mind
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Upstairs a band was playin', the singer was
singin' something about goin' home

She whispered, "Spanish Johnny, you can leave
me tonight but just don't leave me alone"

And Johnny cried "Puerto Rican Jane, word is
down the cops have found the vein"

Oh them barefoot boys left their homes for the
woods Them little barefoot street boys they say
homes ain't no good They left the corners, threw
away all their switchblade knives and kissed each
other good-bye

Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape watchin' the
kids playin' down the street

He called down "Hey little heroes, summer's
long but I guess it ain't very sweet around here
anymore" Janey sleeps in sheets damp with
sweat, Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream
on, dream on And the sister prays for lost souls,
then breaks down in the chapel after everyone's
gone

Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her
eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on
She says "Those romantic young boys All they
ever want to do is fight" Those romantic
young boys They're callin' through the window
"Hey Spanish Johnny, you want to make a
little easy money tonight?" And Johnny
whispered: Good night, it's all tight Jane I'll
meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane We may
find it out on the street tonight baby
Lyrics: Incident on 57th Street, Bruce Springsteen [end]