Step into the street,
step into the night,
where rain hammers down
and mirrors white light.
Walk on down the road
where sound echoes sound,
with hands in pockets
and eyes on the ground.
The greatest joy can be yours,
the greatest fun to be had
behind closed doors.
I call upon every single boy
seek out now the greatest joy.
Step into the room,
look out for that chance,
for one certain girl
and one certain dance.
Walk on down the road
where sound echoes sound,
with hands in pockets
and eyes on the ground.
The greatest joy can be yours,
the greatest fun to be had
behind closed doors.
I call upon every single boy
seek out now the greatest joy.
The greatest joy can be yours,
the greatest fun to be had
behind closed doors.
I call upon every single boy
seek out now the greatest joy.
Copyright Keith Ames
