The Boomtown Rats
The Boomtown Rats
The Boomtown Rats
The Boomtown Rats
The Boomtown Rats
The Boomtown Rats
The Boomtown Rats
The Boomtown Rats
The Boomtown Rats
The Boomtown Rats
Sooner or later, when the dawn was breaking
The joint was jumping and the walls were shaking
Joey sneaked in the backdoor way
Pretending he was with the band, he never used to pay
He was no great draw at pulling the chicks
He used to lie against the wall like he was holding up the bricks
And all the things that guy used to do to get his kicks
He was a legand in his lifetime with the neighborhood kids
They said, Joey did this and Joey did that
Oh, that guy was crazy, what a crazy cat
Then something strange would happen, there's trouble on the way
And trouble only means one thing
Joey's on the street again
He's on the street again
Joey grew older, older without a cause
Got married, had some kids and had his brushes with the law
Settled down and got a job, then said "I'm leaving" one day
"I've gotta hang loose a while, take care while I'm away."
People said they'd seen him, they were nearly always wrong
No one knew how much he had, where he'd gone or for how long
Till one day there came a rumour, floating from the docks
Saying a crazy stranger had been found lying among the rocks
They said, Joey was this and Joey was that
Oh, that guy was crazy, what a crazy cat
And no one quite believed it, all rumours are the same
And now if something happens they say
Joey's on the street again
He's on the street again, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When Joey moved away
A lot of the kids said, "I can't stay around here"
They said, "I'm moving out, going away"
They said, "I'm leaving, getting out"
They said, "I'm leaving, going away, going away, going away"
They said, "I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving"
I'm gonna go somewhere where it doesn't stink
Away from the alleys, somewhere I can think
Wash the dirt from my hands, watch it wash down the sink
It's a strain on the brain, living close to the brink
Look at the brickwall gravestone where some kid was sprayed
Saying nobody could be bothered to rule here O.K
Don't believe it, don't believe it what they say on TV
There's no romance, no romance, no romance
There's no romance, no romance, no romance, no romance
For Joey in this city
Joey’s on the Street Again was written by Bob Geldof.
Joey’s on the Street Again was produced by Robert John Lange.