| The boys are getting rowdy — skies are getting cloudy
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| And we’re standing in the rain
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| My feet are getting wetter — now I’m feeling better —
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| And we’re all out of our brain
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| There’s another urban jungle on heat
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| And another rebel out on the street
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| You gotta watch yourself whoever you meet
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| 'Cos she’s little Sheila — she’s right now —
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| She’s little Sheila — Sheila’s right now, yeah
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| On up and over under, can you hear the thunder
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| On a concrete avenue?
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| Pointed toe stiletoes, ringing in the ghettoes
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| When the girls are on the loose
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| There’s some more commotion down in the street
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| And some more emotion out in the heat
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| You gotta watch yourself whoever you meet
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| 'Cos she’s little Sheila — she’s right now —
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| She’s little Sheila — Sheila’s right now, yeah
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| The boys are getting meaner and I ain’t getting no cleaner
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| See me standin' in the rain
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| I’m getting soaking wet and then I drop my cigarette
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| And see it floating down the drain
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| There’s another urban jungle on heat
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| And another rebel out on the street
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| You gotta watch yourself whoever you meet
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| There’s another urban jungle on heat
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| And another rebel out on the street
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| You gotta watch yourself whoever you meet |