All the boys, they wander

Around the blocks, each evening

Just seeking something

Killing time once again

See them throwing pebbles

At the wheels of sport cars

And looking at the minis

Of girls who don’t care about them

All the boys, they wander

Around the blocks, each evening

’Cos in the evening

You can’t see the greyness

The dirty streets are shadowed

And the lampposts are broken

And you can pretend

That you’ve really gone for a walk

All the boys, they wander

Around the blocks, each evening

They dream of living

In lands of distinction

Staring at the empty

Binoculars of bottles

They discuss all-American

Motion pictures

All the boys, they wander

Around the blocks, each evening

Or sit along the pavement

Smoke joints for pleasure

All their efforts to flee

Become stronger

When they really can

It’s too late

They can’t move any longer^[1]