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The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night
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And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line
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Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
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Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
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The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants
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Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane
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The Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
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And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands
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From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world
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As we take our stand down in Jungleland
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The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night
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They'll meet `neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light
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Man there's an opera out on the Turnpike
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There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
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Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night
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The street's alive as secret debts are paid
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Contacts made, they vanished unseen
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Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine
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The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands
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That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland
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In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
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Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. plays
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Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
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Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they're gone
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Beneath the city two hearts beat
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Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked
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In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown
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The Rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the night
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No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
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Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
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Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
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Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here
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Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be
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And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
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And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead
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Tonight in Jungleland
{Verse} piano transcribed for 6 string guitar
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