| Joey comes from a sacred part of town
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| Where sometimes you talk so tough
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| That your feet don’t touch the ground
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| And the sidewalk soldiers sing their midnite blues
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| While the old men recite their story lines
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| About when I was young like you
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| They say: Oh yeah
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| We were cruising to the backbeat
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| Oh yeah, Making love in the backseats
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| We were wild, wild in the streets
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| Wild, wild in the streets
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| A member of the boy’s brigade
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| Had a date with the girl next door
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| You know it made her daddy crazy
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| But it only made her want him more
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| They weren’t looking for trouble
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| You know that boy didn’t want a fight — not tonight
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| So she headed out thru her bathroom window
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| What her daddy didn’t know was gonna be alright
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| They said: Oh yeah
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| We were cruising to the backbeat
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| Oh yeah, Making love in the backseat
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| We were wild, wild in the streets
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| Wild, wild in the streets
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| Wild, wild in the streets
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| Wild, wild in the streets
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| Sometimes this town ain’t pretty
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| But you know it ain’t so bad
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| Just like a girl who looks so happy
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| When inside she’s so sad |
| In here we got this code of honor
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| Nobody’s going down
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| You don’t walk in vain
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| Through the kid’s parade
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| 'Cause this is my hometown |