42nd Street Lyrics - Paradise In Distress - Golden Earring

Spiraling leapers, wearing Nike sneakers 

Some of them laugh, some of them sing 

Some of them don't do a goddamn thing 

Trip-skipping drifters, grafters and lifters 

Chicks with big tits, school boys with zits 

Moonlight circus of earthly delights 

Pimpmobile cruising the soft velvet night 

Deals going down, midnight in town 

Down into the subways, the underground tunnels 

A musician is playing, a drunk stumbles and mumbles 

Out in the park it's scary with frights 

Somebody shot out all the streetlights 

Hookers and bookies, floozies and boozers 

All kinds of misfits, perverts and losers 

Out of the limo that looks like a boat 

The pimp steps out in a mink fur coat 

Sporting a Fedora, that creates its own aura 

A ruby-tooth grin and a diamond stick pin 

A deal's going down this side of town 

People walk on fleet feetOn the way down 42nd Street 

Except for the bums, down for the count 

That one's dead but no one's found out 

And look at the bitch, with her dress up ass 

When she moves that thing, she must move it fast 

Cop with a nightstick, checking around 

A neon lit junkie slides to the ground 

Here comes a flasher, a jogger, a punk 

Check out that guy, drunk as a skunk 

Blinking, reflection, lights melt in the rain 

The sidewalks are empty, nothing's the same 

4 A.M. people are crashing 

Where the hookers are huddled 

Colored raindrops are splashing 

The deals have gone down, the bimbo's split town 

Burned from the hustle, burned from the hype 

But under the lights, I'm feeling alright 

On 42nd Street, it's just another night