Lyrics
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'll work for Mr. Fowler
Making fifty 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
Mm-hm-hm, and the home we never had

No more bland TV dinners
No ten car collisions
No showbiz beginners
Making global decisions
No daycare Fellinis
No fast food assassins
No billboard bikinis
Just truth and compassion

Somewhere in America
There's a street named after my dad
Oh whoa whoa, and the home we never had
The home we never had, somewhere in America

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): DAVID JAY WEISS, DONALD E. FAGENSON




Videos
Close
Was Not Was - Somewhere in America theres a street named after my Dad
Somewhere In America There's A Street Named After My Dad-Was (Not Was)-1988
Frank Sinatra, Jr., & Was (Not Was) on Letterman, March 23, 1989
Somewhere in America There's a Street Named After My Dad
Was not Was - Somewhere In America - Bass Cover
Somewhere in America There's a Street Named after My Dad — Was (Not Was) Cover
2014 - Brave New Voices (Finals) - "Somewhere in America" by Los Angeles Team
Download SoundHound
The only App that can give you results through singing and humming search!
You can sing any song from this artist to help SoundHound users find it!