You know that time when 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 street walkin'.

Kids with looks have a better chance

Of makin' it to the special dance

You're up at bat and the infielder's stalkin'

My mind is gone street walkin'.

Begging bums, soda pop

Yankee tickets, bottle tops

Miniskirts, magazines

Out on the street it's a livin' dream.

I came correct on my secret lives

I spoke the truth, darlin', I look into your eyes

You got uptight and onlookers started gawkin'

The moon is high, I'm street walkin'.