Joey comes from a sacred part of town. Where sometimes you talk so tough. That your feet don't touch the ground. And the sidewalk soldiers sing their midnite blues. While the old men recite their story lines. About when I was young like you. They say: Oh yeah. We were cruising to the backbeat. Oh yeah making love in the backseats. We were wild wild in the streets. Wild wild in the streets. A member of the boy's brigade. Had a date with the girl next door. You know it made her daddy crazy. But it only made her want him more. They weren't looking for trouble. You know that boy didn't want a fight-not tonight. So she headed out through her bathroom window. What her daddy didn't know was gonna be alright. They said: Oh yeah. We were cruising to the backbeat. Oh yeah making love in the backseat. We were wild wild in the streets. Wild wild in the streets. Wild wild in the streets. Wild wild in the streets. Sometimes this town ain't pretty. But you know it ain't so bad. Just like a girl who looks so happy. When inside she's so sad. In here we got this code of honor. Nobody's going down. You don't walk in vain. Through the kid's parade. 'Cause this is my hometown.