Woh, come on everybody. Wop-bam-a-lu-bop, a-thank you ma'am. . US bombs crusin' overhead. There goes my love rocket red. . Shoot it up, shoot it up. .
I Went to a party last Saturday night. I didn't get laid I got in a fight uh-huh. It ain't no big thing. Late for my job and the traffic was bad. Had to borrow 10 bucks from my old man uh-huh.
Hey, youth, youth, youth. (Youth, youth, youth). Hey, youth, youth, youth. (Youth, youth, youth). . Never wanna be an adult. Always wanna be in revolt.
Trying to forget your generation. You know all the ways when in what I see. The ends must justify the means. Your generation don't mean a thing to me.
I'm walking in the street. With the latest on my feet. And the hair that makes the people stop and stare. . I got no money, well, that's okay. Because I live from day to day.
You're too, too, too, too, too personal. You're too, too, too, too, too personal. . Well, you keep talking about love. Well, what do you want?. Well, we have fun alright, so what do you want?.
Part 1.. . Kenny Silvers The boy who disappeared,. Kenny Silvers The boy who disappeared. . Kenny gets by on a fiddle almost every day. Chasing his childlike dream in an English town.
Everywhere he goes and everything he does. Everything proves him that he don't exist for them. They don't understand what the invisible man understands.
Yesterday by the paper stand. I felt the power of another religion. Rebels with a cause came out of the sun. And spoke the only language they'd been given.
Ready, steady, go. Ready, steady, go. Ready, steady, go. Ready, steady, go. . I'm not in love with television. I'm not in love with the radio. I'm not in love with the Kings Road.
A sixteen hundred, packed with angry young men. Came burning down main street. I touched the Epiphone that hung on my hip. It knew the sound of my heartbeat.
They customized their gear and synchronized. They flame out in the streets with flame in their eyes. Guerrilla operator ain't heard of cool. . Check out any wall.
Blinded by a million shades. I couldn't see their eyes. I couldn't see their eyes. The eyes of the crazies who drive. I couldn't see their eyes. I couldn't see their eyes.
Well, I met her downtown. I think we'd spoken. I think we'd spoken once before. The sound was loud. . I said, "Yeah", I said, "Yeah, give me more". And something deep inside.
All around me, ooh, yeah, ooh. All around me, ooh, yeah, ooh. Better watch that man. See him gun in hand. . No one seems to see, ooh, yeah, ooh. No one seems to see, ooh, yeah, ooh.
The Greyhound's rockin' out tonight to maximum rockabilly. When two punks choose to risk the subway for a tube to Piccadilly. And the Zephyrs stir fast gangs for glory another dumb casualty.
Jailhouse Rocker roots training down in Memphis. Well, Liverpool Johnny rocks out round Paul's place. Seconds away as the rhythm comes down. Well, King faces King in the ring for the crown.
I know you've heard these things before. You get the same reply. But all these things are really new to me. So I'm asking why?. . But isn't it the truth you wanna hear.
Your heroes stare with glossy smiles. (Friday's Angels). They always had that special style. (Friday's Angels). . Standing naked dressings at trial. (Friday's Angels).
I once had a dream. A feeling inside. A yearning so bad. You have to shout it out. . Hey, kid, look at me. You can make it real. You can get it if you want.