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He was a poor boy raised in a s mall family
He kind of had a cravi ng for something no o ne else could see
Th ey said that he was craz y the kind that no la dy should meet
H e ran off to the cit y and wandered aro und in the street
He wants to d ance o h ye ah!
H e wa nts to sing o h ye ah!
H e wa nts to see the lights aflashing and listen to the thundering
H e saw it i n a w in___dow a ma rk of a new kind of ma n
H e kind of liked the feeli ng so shiny s mooth in his hand
H e took it to th e coun try an d practised for d ays without r est
And then one day he felt it he knew he could s tand with the best
They got r espect oh yea h!
H e wa nts the same o h ye ah!
A nd i t's a certain kind of fool who likes to hear the sound of his own name
A poster on s st ore front a pic ture of a wante d man
He had a reputatio n spreading like f ire through the land
It wasn't for the m oney at le ast it didn't st art that wa y
It wasn't for the runnin g but now he's running ev 'ryday.