You know that time I said I had a job

And that bartender looked

Over at you and he gave a nod

The rain was hard and the ghosts were talkin'

My mind was gone I was

Streetwalkin'

Kids with looks have a better chance

Of making it to that special dance

You're up to bat and the infield is stalkin'

My mind is gone I'm

Streetwalkin'

Begging bums soda pop

Yankee tickets bottle tops

Mini skirts magazines

Out on the street it's a living dream

I came correct on my secret lives

I spoke the truth darlin' I looked into your eyes

You got uptight and onlookers started gawkin'

The moon is high I'm

Streetwalkin'