Chris Spedding - Wild in the Street lyrics

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Chris Spedding - Wild in the Street lyrics

Wild in the street Wild in the street Wild in the street Wild in the street In the heat of the summer, better call out the plumber To turn on the steam co*k to cool me off Well, your newspaper writers and your big crime fighters Still need a drug store to cure my cough Running wild in the street Wild in the street Wild in the street Wild in the street I got a banged up Chevy and a midnight lady And two transvestites to keep the band Well, you best not touch us, you best believe us Your teenage John would be a mess Running wild in the street Wild in the street I said, wild in the street Wild in the street Mrs. America, tell me how's your favourite son Do you really care what he has done? Wild in the street Wild in the street Wild in the street Wild in the street Wild in the street (running, running) Running wild in the street Wild in the street (running, running) I said, wild in the street Wild in the street (running, running) Wild in the street Wild in the street (running, running) I said, wild in the street Wild in the street (running, running) Wild in the street Wild in the street (running, running) Wild in the street Wild in the street (running, running) Wild in the street Wild in the street (running, running) Wild in the street

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