Was (Not Was) - Somewhere In America There's A Street Named After My Dad lyrics

At night only crickets No prowlers, no sirens No pinky ring hustlers No angel dust Byrons No bars on the windows No sabre-toothed neighbors Just good simple folks In a rainbow of flavors Somewhere in America There's a street named after my dad And the home we never had I work for Mr. Fowler Making 50 cents an hour And I'll save what I can So I can get a piece of land I'll raise some cows and carrots Get ahead on my own merits And if I fall I'll take it like a man Somewhere in America There's a street named after my dad And the home we never had No more bland TV dinners No ten-car collisions No showbiz beginners Making global decisions No day care Fellinis No fast food a**a**ins No billboard bikinis Just truth and compa**ion Somewhere in America There's a street named after my dad And the home we never had The home we never had Somewhere in America