boys in the
street never went to school
boys in the gutter, no life, no rule
they don’t apply ‘cause there’s no reason why
because they want a stiff in a suit
hi there Johnny, how are you?
he’s on wellfare, he’s got the blues
he’s got no choice, he’s got no cause
he doesn’t work and he’s got nothing to do
they don’t know where to go
wild wild city boys
wild wild city
hear it call
apply to the cops, apply to the force
get yourself a job at the local teevee
and if you wanna get a piece of the pie
get a dirty job in a chemical plant
you’ll get a one track mind for cash
bit by bit you’ll learn to live with it
and if it works out tell me how it feels
to end up with a job you never wanted
poor ol’ Johnny tried to play it smart
he tried to earn a livin’ with rock & roll
he bought a cheap guitar and an amplifier
spend some time writin’ some tunes
so good luck Johnny! sing it loud!
get hold of that mic shout it out!
he’s doin’ alright, he’s doin’ fine
and people still say get yourself a job!
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