BACKSTREET BOYS (Patrik Fitzgerald 1979)----------------------------------------They could be waiting round the cornerThey're such a scarifying sight to seeThey could be waiting for a straying lonerThey could be waiting for you or me.....The patter of footsteps through an alleywayImpatient in the dark, they wait to pouncehey don't look far when they want troubleThey know it at a glance.....But, imagine you look like a boyThat they want afterThere's a face on their fileAnd they don't care for whyAnd it's no good getting mouthyOr you'll lose your teeth in their laughternd it's no use acting timidNo use coming on shyWith the backstreet boysHear them running wild and stoneyYou know the sound of violence, it frightens meBut I just pray that they don't know meI think it's better to hear then seeBut then I think to myselfThat maybe it's me that they're trailing.They stop you, no questions asked,No time to spare.And your eyes, half asleep,And your energy failing.And it's time to disappearBut they're always around somewhere.And you move and you showAnd your fingers point and off they go.And you breath and they knowAnd they hear you when you're tippy toe.And there's a lot of themAnd you're only oneAnd your nerves, at every shadowSay to turn and run.And they'd like you to turnThey'd like you to run.....Would the backstreet boysThe backstreet boysThe backstreet boysThe backstreet boys.....