Album Name : Return Of The Wanderer
Release Date : 1978-05-04
Song Duration : 6:02
Dion Midtown American Main Street Gang
Through nights of irresponsibility and a lack of self-
control
I feared the friends I ran with, but I loved to live
the role
Five of us in Levi jeans who passed on basketball
We all lived on Presley's 45s and were beckoned to the
call
Every night was Halloween when they picked me up at
eight
We raced the moon to madness before midnight made our
fate
Drinking beer and smoking burned-Out butts till the
Camels killed our lungs
The liquor sent us spinning out and brought a thickness
to our tongues.
Chorus:
Roamin' in the halls
Rackin' up the balls
Climbln' up the walls
Don't you hear the calls
Lookin' for a place to hang
The Midtown American Main Street Gang
An afternoon of boredom was cured by a quarter and a
cue
Stealing things form the counter top when there was
nothing else to do
Bobby knocked up Sheri, we ushered him out one day
And Dave and Johnny took the buddy system and they went
the Army way
Two stolen cars took Larry, he got three to five for
each
I came to grips with growin' up, but it's still too far
to reach
The memory's old and the story's told in all the songs
that Presley sang
Are you puttin' me on, is the DA gone, like the Midtown
American Main Street Gang?
Repeat Chorus
