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 
 Oo... 

 poster on a storefront, the picture of a wanted man 
 He had a reputation spreading like fire throughout the land 
 It wasn't for the money, at least it didn't star t that way 
 It wasn't for [bad word]  , but now [bad word]  everyday