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
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