| When I was just sixteen I stood waiting for a dream
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| At Barker Street bus station every night
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| When I tried to get it on she just looked at me with scorn
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| My courage turned to dust and I took flight
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| For those looks they seemed to say you ain’t nothing, go away
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| You’re just a face in the crowd
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| So I went home and I vowed
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| I’m gonna be somebody someday
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| Her name was Irene Wilde, oh such beauty for a child
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| When she started dating boys I nearly died
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| For I could not barely stand to see someone hold her hand
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| I felt I had to crawl away and hide
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| Oh in my mother’s living room I composed so many tunes
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| All the same, just a frame, for her name, and just to say
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| I’m gonna be somebody someday
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| Wilde as your name I soon left that country town
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| I been around, seen some fame
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| Seen some ups and seen some downs
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| Smile through your shock when you hear your name aloud
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| It’s that face in the crowd, I didn’t dig it, much too proud
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| When I was just sixteen I stood waiting for a dream
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| A Barker Street bus station non-affair
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| At the time it seemed so sad, but it did not turn out bad
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| If you hadn’t messed me up I’d still be there
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| And I think most folks agree, a little put-down makes them see
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| They ain’t no chain, just a link and that’s why you made me think
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| Gonna be somebody
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| Be somebody
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| Be somebody
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| Someday |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Irene Wilde , by - Ian Hunter. Song from the album The Truth, the Whole Truth and Nuthin' but the Truth, in the genre Альтернатива