There's a man in the street looking just like a freak
  Who is he going to meet?
  Tell me There's a man on the street, looking just like a freak
  Who is he going to meet?
  All day long he's just been standing
  It makes me wonder what the hell that man is planning
  That look that godamn look
  Those burning eyes wouldn't surprise me if he were a crook
  That man on the street
  There's a man on the street
  There's a man on the street looking just like a freak
  Who is he going to meet?
  Take a glance, oh take a glance
  No ants in his pants, look at his stance
  He don't want to dance
  He just wants to dance
  He just wants to stand on the corner all alone
  All by himself where is his home
  Black mac upon his back
  Leather gloves on his hands Is he a murdering man, could be a murdering man
  Could be a murdering man
  Somebody is approaching and you know he's seen them coming
  He puts his hand into his pocket and pulls out some money
  A quick exchange for a packet now I know his racket
  You want it, he's got it, we want it, let's go
  Let's go, standing on the corner all alone
  Now I know, now I know for sure
  Got to get that score
  Got to meet the man
  Got to greet the man
  Got to get a packet now I know his racket
  Got to meet the man, he's in great demand
  Got to get a packet, now I know his racket