With bruised arms and broken rhythm in a beat-up old Buick

But dressed,

Just like,

Dynamite.

He tried sellin’ his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street.

But they sighed “Johnny it falls apart so easy,

And you know hearts,

These days,

Are cheap.”

And the pimps swung their axes,

And said “Johnny you’re a cheater.”

Well the pimps swung their axes and said,

“Johnny you’re a liar”

And from out of the shadows,

Came a young girl’s voice,

Said: “Johnny don’t cry.”

Puerto Rican Jane,

Oh, won’t you tell me,

What’s your name.

I want to drive you down to the other side of town,

Where paradise ain’t so crowded, there’ll be action goin’ down on Shanty Lane tonight,

All them golden-heeled fairies,

In a real bitch fight,

Pull .38s,

And kiss,

The girls good night.

Oh good night, it’s alright Jane

Now let them,

Black boys,

In to light the soul flame.

We may find it out on the street,

Tonight,

Baby.

Or we may walk until the daylight,

Maybe.

Well like a cool Romeo he made his moves, oh she looked so fine.

Like a late Juliet she knew he’d never be true,

But then she really didn’t mind.

Upstairs a band was playin’, the singer was singin’ something about goin’ home.

She whispered, “Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight,

But just don’t leave me alone”

And Johnny cried “Puerto Rican Jane,

Word is down the cops have found the vein.”

Oh them barefoot boys,

They left their homes for the woods,

Them little barefoot street boys they say homes ain’t no good,

They left the corners,

Threw away all their switchblade knives,

And kissed,

Each other,

Good-bye.

Johnny was sittin’ on the fire escape watchin’ the kids playin’ down the street.

He called down “Hey little heroes, summer’s long but I guess it ain’t very sweet around here anymore.”

Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat, Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on.

And the sister prays for lost souls, then breaks down in the chapel after everyone’s gone.

Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on.

She says,

“Those romantic young boys,

All they ever want to do is fight.”

Those romantic young boys,

They’re callin’ through the window,

“Hey Spanish Johnny,

You want to make a little easy money tonight?”

And Johnny whispered:

Good,

Night,

It’s all tight,

Jane.

I’ll meet you tomorrow night on Lover’s Lane,

We may find it out on the street tonight

Baby,

Or we may walk until,

The daylight,