| Your street, rich street or poor |
| Used to always be sure, on your street |
| There’s a place in your heart you know from the start |
| Can’t be complete outside of the street |
| Keep moving on through the joy and the pain |
| Sometimes you got to look back |
| To the street again |
| Would you prefer all those castles in Spain |
| Or the view of your street from your window pane |
| And you walked around in the heart of town |
| Listening for that sound |
| And the street only knew your name |
| Well the street only knew your name, your name |
| Well Walter and John, Katie and Ron |
| Used to hang out by the corner lamp light |
| Get together and sing some songs |
| Like rhythm and blues you make me feel alright |
| That were long before fortune and fame |
| Nothing to lose and so much to gain |
| Everyone knew who everyone was |
| And they knew it because of the street |
| And you walk around in the heart of town |
| Listening for that sound |
| While the street only knew your name |
| Well the street only knew your name, your name |
| And you walk around in the heart of town |
| Listening for that sound |
| While the street only knew your name |
| The street only knew your name, your name |
| Sing it, bebopaloola |
| Bruce (?) and John |
| Well the street only knew your name |