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