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