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There was a lot of rocking going on that night Cruising time for the young, bright lights Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door The five lamp boys were coming on strong The Saturday night city beat had already started and the The pulse of the corner boys just sprang into action And young Billy watched it under the yellow street light And said tonight of all nights there's gonna be a fight Billy don't like it living here in this town He says traps have been sprung long before he was born He says hope bites the dust behind all the closed doors And pus and grime ooze from its scab-crusted sores There's screaming and crying in the high-rise blocks It's a rat trap, Billy, but you're already caught And you can make it if you want to or you need it bad enough You're young and good-looking and you're acting kind of tough Anyway it's Saturday night, time to see what's going down Put on a bright suit, Billy, head for the right side of town It's only eight o'clock, but you're already bored You don't know what it is, but there's got to be more You'd better find a way out, hey, kick down that door It's a rat trap, and you've been caught In this town Billy says everybody's trying to tell you what to do SongtexteIn this town Billy says everybody says you gotta follow rules You walk up to the traffic lights You switch from your left to your right You push in that button, and that button comes alight And it's Walk, don't walk, walk, don't walk Talk, don't talk, talk, don't talk Walk, don't walk, walk, don't walk Talk, don't talk, talk, don't talk Hey, Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk Hey, Billy take a walk with me Well, little Judy's trying to watch Top of the Pops But mum and dad are fighting, don't they ever stop She takes off her coat and walks down to the street It's cold on that road, but it's got that home beat Deep down in her pocket she finds 50p Hey, is that any way for a young girl to be I'm gonna get out of school, work in some factory Work all the hours God gave me, get myself a little easy money Now, now, now, na na Her mind's made up, she walks down the road, Her hands in her pockets, coat buttoned against the cold She finally finds Billy down at the Italian cafe And when he's drunk it's hard to understand what Billy says But then he mumbles in his coffee and he suddenly roars It's a rat trap Judy and we've been caught Aus Songtexte Mania