Jungleland

The rangers had a homecoming in harlem late last night
And the magic rat drove his sleek machine

over the jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The rat pulls into town rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance

and disappear down flamingo lane

Well the maximum lawman run down flamingo

chasing the rat and the barefoot girl
And the kids round here look just like shadows

always quiet, holding hands
From the churches to the jails

tonight all is silence in the world
As we take our stand down in jungleland