Midtown American Main Street Gang

Through nights of irresponsibility
And a lack of self-control
I feared the friends around me
But I loved to live the roll
Five of us in Levi's jeans
Who passed on the 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

Yeah
Roamin' in the halls
Rackin' up the balls
Climbin' up the walls
Don't you hear the calls

Looking 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 from a countertop
There was nothing else to do
Bobby knocked up Sherry
We ushered him out one day
And Dave and Johhny 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 growing 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 putting me on, is the DA gone
Like the Midtown American Main Street Gang

Yeah
Roamin' in the halls
Rackin' up the balls
Climbin' up the walls
Don't you hear the calls

Looking for a place to hang
The Midtown American Main Street Gang

Yeah
Roamin' in the halls
Rackin' up the balls
Climbin' up the walls
Don't you hear the calls

Now looking for a place to hang
Midtown American Main Street Gang