Incident on 57th Street

Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night

With bruised arms and broken rhythm in a beat-up old Buick

but dressed just like dynamite

He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street

But they sighed,

"Johnny, it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap"

And the pimps swung their axes and said,

"Johnny, you're a cheater"

Well, the pimps swung their axes and said,

"Johnny, you're a liar"

And from out of the shadows came a young girl's voice

Said, "Johnny, don't cry"

Puerto Rican Jane, oh, won't you tell me what's your name

I want to drive you down to the other side of town

Where paradise ain't so crowded,

there'll be action goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight

All them golden heeled fairies in a real ***** fight pull thirty-eights

and kiss the girls goodnight

Oh, goodnight, it's all right, Jane

Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame

We may find it out on the street tonight, baby

Or we may walk until the daylight, maybe

Well, like a cool Romeo he made his moves,

ah, she looked so fine

And like a late Juliet she knew he'd never be true,

but then she didn't really mind

Upstairs a band was playin',

the singer was singin' something about going home

She whispered,

"Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight, but just don't leave me alone"

And Johnny cried,

"Puerto Rican Jane, word is down the cops have found the vein"

Well, them barefoot boys, they left their homes for the woods

Them little barefoot street boys, they said homes ain't no good

They left the corners, threw away all of their switchblade knives

And kissed each other goodbye

Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape

watchin' the kids playin' down in the street

He called down,

"Hey, little heroes, summer's long,

but I guess it ain't very sweet around here anymore"

Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat;

Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on

And the sister prays for lost souls,

then breaks down in the chapel after everyone's gone

Jane moves over to share her pillow

but opens her eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on

She says,

"Those romantic young boys (those romantic young boys),

all they ever want to do is fight"

Those romantic young boys (those romantic young boys),

they're callin' through the window:

"Hey, Spanish Johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?"

And Johnny whispered,

"Goodnight, it's all tight, Jane

I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane

We may find it out on the street tonight, baby

Or we may walk until the daylight, maybe"

Oh, goodnight, it's all right, Jane

I'm gonna meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane

Ah, we can find it out on the street tonight, baby

Or we may walk until the daylight, maybe

Ah, goodnight, it's all right, Jane

I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane

Now we may find it out on, on the street tonight, baby

Or we may have to walk until the morning light, maybe

(Goodnight, it's all right, Jane)

(Goodnight, it's all right, Jane)

(Goodnight, it's all right, Jane)

(Goodnight, it's all right, Jane)