Spiraling leapers, wearing Nike sneakers   Some of them laugh, some of them sing   Some of them don't do a goddamn thing   Trip-skipping drifters, grafters and lifters   Chicks with big tits, school boys with zits   Moonlight circus of earthly delights   Pimpmobile cruising the soft velvet night   Deals going down, midnight in town   Down into the subways, the underground tunnels   A musician is playing, a drunk stumbles and mumbles   Out in the park it's scary with frights   Somebody shot out all the streetlights      Hookers and bookies, floozies and boozers   All kinds of misfits, perverts and losers   Out of the limo that looks like a boat   The pimp steps out in a mink fur coat   Sporting a Fedora, that creates its own aura   A ruby-tooth grin and a diamond stick pin   A deal's going down this side of town      People walk on fleet feetOn the way down 42nd Street   Except for the bums, down for the count   That one's dead but no one's found out   And look at the bitch, with her dress up ass   When she moves that thing, she must move it fast   Cop with a nightstick, checking around   A neon lit junkie slides to the ground   Here comes a flasher, a jogger, a punk   Check out that guy, drunk as a skunk   Blinking, reflection, lights melt in the rain   The sidewalks are empty, nothing's the same   4 A.M. people are crashing   Where the hookers are huddled   Colored raindrops are splashing   The deals have gone down, the bimbo's split town   Burned from the hustle, burned from the hype   But under the lights, I'm feeling alright   On 42nd Street, it's just another night