(Holder-Lea)
The boys are getting rowdy,
Skys are getting cloudy,
And we´re standing in the rain.
My feet are getting wetter,
Now I´m feeling better,
And we´re all out of our brain.
There´s another urban jungle on heat,
And another rebel out on the street,
You´ve gotta watch yourself whoever you meet.

(Chorus) Cos she´s little Sheila,
She´s right now.
She´s little Sheila,
Sheila´s right now, yeah.

On up and over under,
Can you here the thunder,
On a concrete avenue.
Pointed toe stilettoes,
Ringing in the ghettos,
When the girls are on the loose.
There´s some more commotion down on the street,
And some more emotion out in the heat,
You´ve gotta watch yourself whoever you meet.

(Chorus)

The boys are getting meaner,
I ain´t getting no cleaner,
See me standing in the rain.
I´m getting soak and wet,
And then I drop my cigarette,
And see it floating down the drain.
There´s another urban jungle on heat,
And another rebel out on the street,
You´ve gotta watch yourself whoever you meet.

(Chorus)