| Here comes old Johnny and he’s looking mighty fine |
| Here comes old Tommy and he’s stepping right on time |
| There go the street lights bringing on the night |
| Here come the women’s faces shining from the light |
| All through the shadows they come and they go |
| We’ve got only one thing in common |
| We’ve got the fire down below |
| Here comes the rich man in his big long limousine |
| Here comes the poor man trying to make his money green |
| Here comes the banker and the lawyer and the cop |
| One thing for certain it ain’t never going to stop |
| When it all gets too heavy |
| That’s when they come and go |
| It happens out in Vegas, it happens in Moline |
| On the blue blood streets of Boston |
| Up in Berkeley and out in Queens |
| It went on yesterday and it’s going on tonight |
| Somewhere there’s somebody ain’t treating somebody right |
| And he’s looking out for Johnny and he’s looking mighty fine |
| And he’s walking the streets for Amy |
| And he’ll find her every time |
| When the street light flicker bringing on the night |
| Well they’ll be slipping into darkness slipping out of sight |
| All through the midnight |
| Watch them come and watch them go |
| Burning |
| Keep on burning |
| Hot! |