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Ian Hunter
Irene Wilde


(Ian Hunter)

When I was just sixteen - I stood waiting for a dream -
at Barker Street bus station every night
When I tried to get it on - she just looked at me with scorn - my courage
turned to dust and I took flight

For those looks they seemed to say
You ain`t nuthin` - Go away
You`re just a face in the crowd so I went home and I vowed
I`m gonna be somebody - someday

Her name was Irene Wilde - Oh such beauty for a child
When she started dating boys - I nearly died
For I could not barely stand to see someone hold her hand
I felt I had to crawl away and hide
In my mother`s living room I composed so many tunes
All the same - just a frame - for her name, and just to say
Gonna be somebody - someday

Wild as your name I soon left that country town
I been around, seen some fame, seen some ups and seen some downs
Smile through your shock when you hear your name aloud
It`s that face in the crowd - didn`t dig it - much too proud...

When I was just sixteen I stood waiting for a dream
A Barker Street bus station non affair
At the time it seemed so sad, but it did not turn out bad
If you hadn`t messed me up I`d still be there
And I think most folks agree, a little put-down makes them see
They ain`t no chain - just a link and that`s why you made me think
Gonna be somebody - be somebody - be somebody - someday