Golden Earring 42nd Street songtekst

From the Album:* Paradise in distressSpiralling leapers, wearing Nike sneakersSome of them laugh, some of them singSome of them donÆt do a goddamn thingTrip-skipping drifters, grafters and liftersChicks with big tits, school boys with zitsMoonlight circus of earthly delightsPimpmobile cruising the soft, velvet nightDeals going down, midnight in townDonw in the subways, the underground tunnelsA musician is playing, a drunk stumbles and mumblesOut in the park itÆs scary with frightsSomebody shot out all the streetlightsHookers and bookies, floozies and boozersAll kinds of misfits, perverts and losersOut of the limo that looks like a boatThe pimp steps out in a mink fur coatSporting a fedora, that creates its own auraA ruby-tooth grin and a diamond stick pinA dealÆs going down this side of townPeople walk on fleet feetOn the way down 42nd StreetExcept for the bums, down for the countThat oneÆs dead but no oneÆs found outAnd look at the bitch, with her dress up her ass!When she moves that thing, she must move it fastCop with a nightstick, checking aroundA neon lit junkie slides to the groundHere comes a flasher, a jogger, a punkCheck out that guy, drunk as a skunk!Blinking, reflection, lights melt in the rainThe sidewalks are empty, nothingÆs the same4 A.M. people are crashingWhere the hookers are huddledColored raindrops are splashingThe deals have gone down, the bimboÆs split townBurned from the hustle, burned from the hypeBut under the lights, IÆm feeling alright

On 42nd Street itÆs just another night