He had eyes of the poor wild and hungry Stood outside of the store shy and clumsy Saw an electric guitar he got hooked from the start That's what it did To the back street kid
It's a dangerous game might come to nothing Very hard to explain the pushing and the shoving Still the sound in his ears and the many lean years Taught him to live The back street kid
Everyone was singing Dream dream back street kid Dream dream dream dream back street kid
He spends hours on his own he's still learning Learns to wait for the phone ideas burning And from liberty hall he will rise or he'll fall That's how he'll live The back street kid
All the kids were singing Dream dream back street kid Dream dream dream dream back street kid
He stepped into the rain cold and empty Whispered never again not contented Walked off into the night he walked far out of sight So much to give The back street kid
Dream dream back street kid Dream dream dream dream back street kid
Hear your mama calling
Dream dream back street kid Dream dream dream dream back street kid
