Somewhere In America (There's A Street Named After My Dad) - Was (Not Was)

At night only crickets

No prowlers, no sirens

No pinky ring hustlers

No angel dust Byrons

No bars on the windows

No sabre-toothed neighbors

Just good simple folks

In a rainbow of flavors

Somewhere in America

There’s a street named after my dad

And the home we never had

I work for Mr. Fowler

Making 50 cents an hour

And I’ll save what I can

So I can get a piece of land

I’ll raise some cows and carrots

Get ahead on my own merits

And if I fall I’ll take it like a man

Somewhere in America

There’s a street named after my dad

And the home we never had

No more bland TV dinners

No ten-car collisions

No showbiz beginners

Making global decisions

No day care Fellinis

No fast food assassins

No billboard bikinis

Just truth and compassion

Somewhere in America

There’s a street named after my dad

And the home we never had

The home we never had

Somewhere in America