He was a poor boy,
raised in a small family
He kinda had a craving
for somethin' no one else could see

They say that he was crazy,
The kind that no lady should meet
He ran off to the city
and wandered around in the street

He wants to dance, oh yeah,
He wants to sing, oh yeah,
He wants to see the lights a flashin'
and listen to the thunder ring

He saw it in a window
The mark of a new kind of man
He kinda liked the feeling,
so shiny and smooth in his hand

He took it to the country
and practiced for days without rest
And then one day he felt if,
He knew he could stand with the best

They got respect, oh yeah,
He wants the same, oh yeah,
And it's a certain kind of fool who
Likes to hear the sound of his own name
Oo...

A poster on a storefront,
the picture of a wanted man
He had a reputation
spreading like fire throught the land

It wasn't for the money,
at least it didn't start that way
It wasn't for the runnin'
but now he's runnin' everyday

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