When I wake by the Wandle, I dream in my bed That today is the day I will get ahead And each night I can see my red Porsche with gold wheels And someday I will know how she feels How else can I prove I'm no longer a child? Here I come, it's the call of the wild Bang, bang My dad is a memory, a smell and a song And he's the reason Mum tells me I'm going so wrong But then she's a red ribbon that blows in the breeze Each new boyfriend, she's weak at the knees So there's no one to notice that I'm not a child Here I come, it's the call of the wild Bang, bang Bang, bang Bang, bang Bang, bang My hood is a force field that shuts out the sun And it'll shield me from bullet, from knife and from gun And I'll take what I can because all life is cheap Like my Porsche, I'm stripped out underneath And the men I admire show me this is the way There ain't nothing of value if it don't pay And I will glitter with greed as I empty the aisles Blood's up, it's the call of the wild Bang, bang Bang, bang Bang, bang Bang, bang I can't work my way out like your honest man would So I've got to think lateral; ain't no prize for good And when I'm dumped in the Wandle, there'll be nothing to grieve All the best things got stripped out of me If I don't have stuff, I don't know who I am My dad's never shown me how to be a man So tonight I will prove I'm no longer a child Here I come, it's the call of the wild Blood's up, it's the call of the wild Hood's up, it's the call of the wildTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
