Back Street Kid - Magnum

He had eyes of the poor, wild and hungry

Stood out side of the store, shy and clumsy

Saw an electric guitar, he got hooked from the start

That’s what is did to the back street kid

It’s a dangerous game, might come to nothing

Very hard to explain, the pushing and the shoving

Still the sound in his ears and the many lean years

Taught him to live, back street kid

Dream, dream — back street kid

Dream, dream, dream, dream — back street kid

He spends hours on his own, he’s still learning

Learns to wait for the phone, ideas burning

And from liberty hall, he will rise or he’ll fall

That’s how he’ll live, the back street kid

Dream, dream — back street kid

Dream, dream, dream, dream — back street kid

He stepped into the rain, cold and empty

Whispered never again, I’m not contented

Walked off into the night, he walked far out of sight

So much to give, the back street kid

Dream, dream — back street kid

Dream, dream, dream, dream — back street kid