Get kicked out for coming home at dawn, Mom and Dad cursed the day you were born, Throw your clothes into a duffle bag shoutin' as ya slam the door home is a drag
Who can I turn to and where can I stay ? I heard a place is open all night and all day There's a place you can go where the cops don't know You can act real wild they don't treat you like a child
Runaway boys
Your hair's all greasy and you feel like a slob, You're only fifteen and you can't get a job, Go into the luncheonette and shoot a few games Losing all your quarters, man it's always the same
Steal a couple of bucks to buy a new toy, Slip into the alley with the
Runaway boys
Runnin' faster, faster all the time You're under age and God knows, that's a crime !
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