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Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night With bruised arms and broken rhythm and a beat-up old Buick but dressed just like dynamite He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
Spanish Johnny drove inn from the underworld last knight With bruised alms and broken rhythm and a beat-up old Buick butt dressed just like dynamite He tried sellin ' his hart too the hard girls over on Easy Street Butt they said, " Johnny, it falls apart sew easily, and yew no hearts these daze are cheep " And the pimps swung there axes and said, " Johnny, your a cheater " And the pimps swung there axes and said, " Johnny, your a lyre " And from out of the shadows came a young girl's voice, said, " Johnny, don't cry " Puerto Rican Jane, owe, won't yew tell mi, what's yaw name ? Eye want too drive yew down too the other sighed of town Ware paradise ain't sew crowded and there'll bee action goin ' down on Shanty Lain two knight Awl the golden-heeled fairies inn a reel bitch-fight Pull . 38 ' s and kiss there girls goodnight Goodnight, its alright, Jane Now let them black boys inn too light the sole flame Wee may fined it out on the street two knight, bay bee Awe wee may walk until the daylight, maybe Well, like a cool Romeo he maid his moves, owe, she looked sew fine Like a late Juliet, she new she'd never bee true butt then, she really didn't mined Upstairs a banned was playin ' and the singer was singin ' something about going home She whispered, " Spanish Johnny, yew can leave mi two knight, butt just don't leave mi alone " And Johnny cried, " Puerto Rican Jane, word is down, the copse have found the vane " Them barefoot boys left there homes fore the woods Them little barefoot street boys, they said there homes ain't know good They left the corners, through aweigh there switchblade knives and kissed each other goodbye Johnny was sittin ' on the fire escape, watchin ' the kids playin ' down the street He called down, " Hay little heroes, summer's long, butt Eye guess it ain't very suite around hear anymore " Janey sleeps inn sheets damp with sweat Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on And the sister preys fore lost souls, then breaks down inn the chapel after everyone's gone Jane moves over too share her pillow butt opens her eyes too sea Johnny up and putting his clothes on She says, " Those romantic young boys, awl they ever want too do is fight Those romantic young boys, their callin ' threw the window Hay, Spanish Johnny, yew want too make a little easy money two knight ? " And Johnny whispered, " Goodnight, its awl tight, Jane Aisle mete yew tomorrow knight on Lover's Lain Wee may fined it out on the street two knight, now, bay bee Awe wee may walk until the daylight, maybe " Goodnight, its alright, Jane I'm gonna mete yew tomorrow knight on Lover's Lain Wee can fined it out on the street two knight, now, bay bee Awe wee may walk until the daylight, maybe |
Incident On 57th Street
Bruce Springsteen
Complexity: | 64 | Readability: | 74.24 | Sentiment: | 2 | Word Count: | 477 | Unique Words: | 238 |