Letra de Asphalt Jungle

Asphalt Jungle (Don W. Felder) © 1983 Fingers Music (ASCAP) No copyright infringement is intended. Just sixteen, hungry and lean, Out on the streets alone. Nobody there at all, to catch you when you fall. No place to call your own. A prince of night, Neon lights, In jeans and worn out shoes. No nine to five, To keep you alive, It's the twentieth century blues. Well, Headliners everywhere, Brother you better beware, Livin' in the asphalt jungle. Trouble wherever you turn, Try not to get yourself burned, Deep in the asphalt jungle. Jungle. Whoo hoo hoo. Asphalt jungle. They're everywhere out on the street, Lookin' for fresh meat. Baby, you're just their kind. They'll eat you up alive, Livin' that shuck and jive, Feeds upon your mind. A sound of screams in the night, Someone just lost a fight, Down on the boulevard. Another victim falls, between concrete walls, They go down mighty hard. Well, Headliners everywhere, Brother you better beware, Livin' in the asphalt jungle. Trouble wherever you turn, Try not to get yourself burned, Deep in the asphalt jungle. Jungle. Whoo hoo hoo. Asphalt jungle. Asphalt jungle. Asphalt jungle. Asphalt jungle. Asphalt jungle. Asphalt jungle.