Incident on 57th Street - Bruce Springsteen
    Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night

    With bruised arms and broken rhythm in a beat-up old Buick
    But dressed just like dynamite
    He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street
    But they sighed "Johnny it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap"
    And the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a cheater."
    Well the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a liar"
    And from out of the shadows came a young girl's voice said: "Johnny don't cry"
    Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name.
    I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise ain't so crowded, there'll be action goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight
    All them golden-heeled fairies in a real bitch fight
    Pull .38s and kiss the girls good night

    Oh good night, it's alright Jane
    Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame
    We may find it out on the street tonight baby
    Or we may walk until the daylight maybe

    Well like a cool Romeo he made his moves, oh she looked so fine
    Like a late Juliet she knew he'd never be true but then she really didn't mind
    Upstairs a band was playin', the singer was singin' something about goin' home
    She whispered, "Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight but just don't leave me alone"

    And Johnny cried "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down the cops have found the vein"
    Oh them barefoot boys left their homes for the woods
    Them little barefoot street boys they say homes ain't no good
    They left the corners, threw away all their switchblade knives and kissed each other good-bye

    Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape watchin' the kids playin' down the street
    He called down "Hey little heroes, summer's long but I guess it ain't very sweet around here anymore"
    Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat, Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on
    And the sister prays for lost souls, then breaks down in the chapel after everyone's gone

    Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on
    She says "Those romantic young boys
    All they ever want to do is fight"
    Those romantic young boys
    They're callin' through the window
    "Hey Spanish Johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?"
    And Johnny whispered:
    Good night, it's all tight Jane
    I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane
    We may find it out on the street tonight baby
    Or we may walk until the daylight maybe  


    Marco Giunco
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