The

Ran-

gers

had

a

home-

co-

min’

in

Har

-

lem

late

last

night

And

the

Ma-

gic

Rat

drove

his

sleek

ma-

chine

ov-

er

Jer-

sey

state

line

Bare-

foot

girl

sit-

tin’

on

the

hood

of

a

Dodge

Drink-

in’

warm

beer

in

the

soft

sum-

mer

rain

The

Rat

pulls

in-

to

town

rolls

up

his

pants

To-

ge-

ther

they

take

a

stab

at

ro-

mance

and

dis-

ap-

pear

down

Fla-

min-

go

Lane

Well

the

Max-

i-

mum

Law-

men

run

down

Fla-

min-

go

cha-

sin’

the

Rat

and

the

bare-

foot

girl

And

the

kids

round

here

look

just

like

sha

-

dows,

al-

ways

qu-

iet,

hold-

in'

hands

From

the

church-

es

to

the

jails.

.to-

night

all

is

si-

lence

in

the

world

As

we

take

our

stand.

.

.down

in

Jun

-

gle

-

land

The

mid-

night

gang's

as-

sem-

bled.

.and

picked

a

ren-

dez-

vous

for

the

night

They'll

meet

`neath

that

gi-

ant

Ex-

xon

sign.

.

that

brings

this

fair

ci-

ty

light

Man

there's

an

op-

era

out

on

the

Turn-

pike

There's

a

bal-

let

be-

ing

fought

out

in

the

al-

ley

Unt-

il

the

lo-

cal

cops.

Cher-

ry

Top.

rips

this

ho-

ly

night

The

street's

a-

live

as

se-

cret

debts

are

paid

Con-

tacts

made

they

va-

nish

un-

seen

Kids

flash

gui-

tars

just

like

switch-

blades

hust-

ling

for

the

re-

cord

ma-

chine

The

hun-

gry

and

the

hun-

ted

ex-

plode

in-

to

rock-

'n-

roll

bands

That

face

off

a-

gainst

each

oth-

er

out

in

the

street.

down

in

Jun-

gle-

land

In

the

park-

ing

lot

the

vi-

sion-

ar-

ies

dress

in

the

la-

test

rage

In-

side

the

back-

street

girls

are

danc-

in’

to

the

re-

cords

that

the

D.

J.

plays

Lone-

ly-

heart-

ed

lo-

vers

strug-

gle

in

dark

cor-

ners

Des-

p'rate

as

the

night

moves

on.

.

and

just

one

look.

.and

a

whis-

per.

.they're

gone

Be-

neath

the

ci-

ty

two

hearts

beat

So-

oul

en-

gines

run-

nin’

through

a

night

so

ten-

der

In

a

bed-

room

locked

in

whis-

pers

of

soft

re-

fu-

sal

and

then

sur-

ren-

der

In

the

tun-

nels

up-

town

the

Rat's

own

dream

guns

him

down

As

shots

e-

cho

down

them

hall-

ways

in

the

night

No

one

watch-

es

and

the

am-

bu-

lance

pulls

a-

way

Or

as

the

girl

shuts

out

the

bed-

room

light

Out-

side

the

street's

on

fire

in

a

real

death

waltz

Be-

tween

what’s

flesh

and

what's

fan-

ta-

sy

Man,

the

po-

ets

down

here

don't

write

noth-

in’

at

all

They

just

stand

back

and

let

it

all

be

And

in

the

quick

of

the

night

they

reach

for

their

mo-

ment,

try

to

make

an

ho-

nest

stand

But

they

wind

up

wound-

ed.

.not

e-

ven

dead

To-

night

in

Jun-

gle-

laaaaaaaaand

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