Dance Hall Crashers - Street Sweeper Lyrics
There he goes running down the stretHe's moving and panting and stomping his feetHe's hoping and trying to lose the lawHe's alsmost away but there is a flawHe hit a dead end and there is no way ou, but it seems as if he hasnot doubtLook at that hole in the wall to his rightHe's punching the bricks out with all of his mightHe's making his way through little by littleOne minute more and he'll get to the middleHe gets to the other side and sees it, his big black car with hisdriver in itThe cops are gaining with each passing momentIt's making him nervous but he'll never show itHe's too rough for anyone...He's the 7th street gangsterHe looks in the mirror and pulls out his gun, *****s it and aims itready for funGot a big problem, his bullets are goneBut even worse his driver named Don is passed out on the floor of thecarWith him down there they won't go farThe only solution is under his seat, he pushed the button --theground leaves his feetOnce again the 7th street gangster has wonWhy do people challenge him when they know what will be doneHe's never lost and I doubt he ever willA word of warning to you all--don't mess with the SSG
