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 out 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

Like 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 throughout the land

It wasn't for the money, at least it didn't star t that way

It wasn't for the runnin' , but now he's runnin' everyday