The Street - Sailor

There’s a place in the street where the rich people eat

There’s a snack bar further down the block

There’s a gambler’s bar full of washed-up stars

Who still believe they’re lucky

There’s a theatre on the side where the upper class hide

There’s a cinema further down the block

And the all-night world of the sidewalk girl

Comes alive around twelve o’clock

But try to watch where you go

For you don’t really know who’s friend or foe

In the street, boy!

That’s where the action is

Where the wheelers and the dealers and the hustlers and the crooks

Get the suckers!

In the street, boy!

There are places not to miss

Like the all-night strip and the moonlight trip for lovers!

And the cops, they try to keep the order

Breaking up another row, but they never end somehow

There’s an old cafe where the young people stay

Drinking coffee and chatting through the night

But a scream outside carries far and wide

As a lady meets a flasher

There’s a little old man with a newspaper stand

Full of second-hand girlie magazines («Pssst! Buy this!»)

And the guy next door, he went nuts in the war

Now he fights with the passers-by

So try to watch where you go

For you don’t really know who’s friend or foe

In the street, boy!

That’s where the action is

Where the wheelers and the dealers and the hustlers and the crooks

Get the suckers!

In the street, boy!

There are places not to miss

Like the all-night strip and the moonlight trip for lovers!

And the street is filling up with music from a little blind man

With a nickelodeon

In the street, boy!

That’s where the action is

Where the wheelers and the dealers and the hustlers and the crooks

Get the suckers!

In the street, boy!

There are places not to miss

Like the all-night strip and the moonlight trip for lovers!

And the cops, they try to keep the order

Breaking up another row, but they never end somehow