Mott The Hoople - Wild In The Streets lyrics

(...wild in the streets... wild in the streets... Wild in the streets... wild in the streets...) Well in the heat of the summer Gonna call up a plumber To turn on the steam pump to cool me off With the newspaper writers And the big crime fighters I still need a d**tore to cure my cough Running wild in the streets Running wild in the streets Running wild in the streets Running wild in the streets You got a fan called Shady And a Midnight Lady And two Queen Mary's to beat the band You better not touch us You'd best believe us Your teenage jive is gonna work out a mess Running wild in the streets (4 times) Mrs. America tell me how is your favourite son? Do you really care what he has done? Running wild in the streets...