Dennis:
You played hooky from school.
And you can’t go out to play, yeah.
Mama said, for the rest of the week,
In your room you gotta stay, yeah.
Oh, now you feel like the whole world’s picking on you.
(Now you feel like the whole world’s picking on you, you, on you)
But deep down inside you know it ain’t true.
(It ain’t true, no it ain’t true)
You’re on punishment, ’cause your mother wants to raise you the right way, yeah.
But you don’t care, ’cause you’ve already made up your mind you wanna run away, yeah.
You’re on your way. (Oh, runaway child, running wild)
Runaway child, running wild. (You’d better go back home)
You’d better go back home. (Where you belong)
Where you belong.
Roaming through the city, going no where fast.
You’re on your own at last.
Otis:
Hey, it’s getting late, where will you sleep?
Melvin:
You’re getting kinda hungry, you forgot to bring something to eat.
Eddie:
You’re lost with no money, you start to cry.
Dennis:
But remember, you left home, want to be grown, so dry your weeping eyes.
(Dry you’re weeping eyes)
(Runaway child)
(Dry, dry, dry, dry, dry you’re weeping eyes)
Dennis:
Sirens screaming down neon-lighted streets
You want your mama.
Eddie:
Are they looking for you?
Your frighten and confuse.
(I want my mama)
Dennis:
But she’s much too far away.
She can’t hear a word you say.
Paul:
You’ve heard some frightening news on the radio.
About little boys running away from home.
And their parents don’t see ’em no more.
Eddie:
You wanna stop to hitch a ride and go home.
Dennis:
But your mama told you, never trust a stranger.
And you don’t know which way to go.
(Confuse)
Paul:
The streets are dark and deserted.
Not a sound, not sign of life, huh.
Dennis:
Oh how you long to hear your mother’s voice.
‘Cause you’re lost and alone.
But remember, you made the choice.
Oh…
Oh, runaway child, running wild.
You’d better go back home, where you belong.
Hey, hey, hey, runaway child, running wild.
You’d better go back home, where you belong.
Paul:
You’re lost in this great big city. (Go back home, where you belong)
Not one familiar face, ain’t it a pity?(Go back home, where you belong)
Dennis:
Oh, runaway child, running wild.
You’d better go back home, where you belong.
Oh yeah. (Mama)
Mama.
Paul:
«Mama, mama please, come on and see about me.»
(I want my mama)
Dennis:
Oh, but she’s much too far away, she can’t hear a word you say.
Oh, you’re frightened and confused, which way will you choose?
I want my mama. (3x)
Listen to your heartbeat.
Listen to your heartbeat, it’s beating much too fast.
Go back home, where you belong.
Listen to your heartbeat, it’s beating much too fast.
Go back home, where you belong.
Listen to your heartbeat, it’s beating much too fast.
Go back home, where you belong.
Listen to your heartbeat, it’s beating much too fast.
Go back home, where you belong.
Listen to your heartbeat, it’s beating much too fast.
Go back home, where you belong.