The Hidden Cameras - Bboy lyrics

Life with the bboy Life with the bboy, hope for the American Justified bboy, hope for the American Contact with bboy, hope for the American I was born into the arms of his ill My sentences light to the ire of Dullsville Come back the bboy, hope for the American What up, the bboy? Hope for the American Petrified bboy, hope for the American We spy at night through blinds on family fun A tear is his eye at the dire of Dullsville Walloped the bboy, hope for the American Convicted bboy, hope for the American What up, the bboy? Hope for the American He sways me with his charm and I fold at his feet A practiced lie in an honest way If I was born into the arms of his ill He'd grip me and gripe in an old-fashioned way A big boy, hope for the American Contempt the bboy, hope for the American What up, the bboy? Hope for the American