| Spiralling leapers, wearing Nike sneakers
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| Some of them laugh, some of them sing
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| Some of them don’t do a goddamn thing
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| Trip-skipping drifters, grafters and lifters
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| Chicks with big tits, school boys with zits
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| Moonlight circus of earthly delights
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| Pimpmobile cruising the soft, velvet night
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| Deals going down, midnight in town
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| Donw in the subways, the underground tunnels
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| A musician is playing, a drunk stumbles and mumbles
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| Out in the park it’s scary with frights
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| Somebody shot out all the streetlights
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| Hookers and bookies, floozies and boozers
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| All kinds of misfits, perverts and losers
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| Out of the limo that looks like a boat
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| The pimp steps out in a mink fur coat
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| Sporting a fedora, that creates its own aura
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| A ruby-tooth grin and a diamond stick pin
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| A deal’s going down this side of town
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| People walk on fleet feet
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| On the way down 42nd Street
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| Except for the bums, down for the count
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| That one’s dead but no one’s found out
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| And look at the bitch, with her dress up her ass!
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| When she moves that thing, she must move it fast
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| Cop with a nightstick, checking around
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| A neon lit junkie slides to the ground
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| Here comes a flasher, a jogger, a punk
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| Check out that guy, drunk as a skunk!
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| Blinking, reflection, lights melt in the rain
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| The sidewalks are empty, nothing’s the same
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| 4 A.M. |
| people are crashing
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| Where the hookers are huddled
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| Colored raindrops are splashing
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| The deals have gone down, the bimbo’s split town
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| Burned from the hustle, burned from the hype
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| But under the lights, I’m feeling alright
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| On 42nd Street it’s just another night |