(ian hunter)      When I was just sixteen - I stood waiting for a dream -   At barker street bus station every night   When I tried to get it on - she just looked at me with scorn - my courage   Turned to dust and I took flight      For those looks they seemed to say   You ain't nuthin' - go away   You're just a face in the crowd so I went home and I vowed   I'm gonna be somebody - someday      Her name was irene wilde - oh such beauty for a child   When she started dating boys - I nearly died   For I could not barely stand to see someone hold her hand   I felt I had to crawl away and hide   In my mother's living room I composed so many tunes   All the same - just a frame - for her name, and just to say   Gonna be somebody - someday      Wild as your name I soon left that country town   I been around, seen some fame, seen some ups and seen some downs   Smile through your shock when you hear your name aloud   It's that face in the crowd - didn't dig it - much too proud...      When I was just sixteen I stood waiting for a dream   A barker street bus station non affair   At the time it seemed so sad, but it did not turn out bad   If you hadn't messed me up I'd still be there   And I think most folks agree, a little put-down makes them see   They ain't no chain - just a link and that's why you made me think   Gonna be somebody - be somebody - be somebody - someday