He had eyes of the poor wild and hungry   Stood outside of the store shy and clumsy   Saw an electric guitar he got hooked from the start   That's what it did   To the back street kid      It's a dangerous game might come to nothing   Very hard to explain the pushing and the shoving   Still the sound in his ears and the many lean years   Taught him to live   The back street kid      Everyone was singing   Dream dream back street kid   Dream dream dream dream back street kid      He spends hours on his own he's still learning   Learns to wait for the phone ideas burning   And from liberty hall he will rise or he'll fall   That's how he'll live   The back street kid      All the kids were singing   Dream dream back street kid   Dream dream dream dream back street kid      He stepped into the rain cold and empty   Whispered never again not contented   Walked off into the night he walked far out of sight   So much to give   The back street kid      Dream dream back street kid   Dream dream dream dream back street kid      Hear your mama calling      Dream dream back street kid   Dream dream dream dream back street kid      Dream on back street kid