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