You're dreaming, you're fifteen, it's turned sixty-three
You hate reading, you hate writing, you hate history
You're standing in Newman's Land till you hear the band checking one, two, three
No Chopin or Beethoven, just a little R&B
In your dreams, in your dreams, in your dreams you'll be up there too
In your dreams, in your dreams, in your dreams there'll be love in you
Every weekend it's always the same
The boys watching Eric, the girls watching Wayne
And the young contenders are down here again, they're all down here again
Boys at the front
Your head's spinning with young women playing on your mind
There's attraction, but no action, cause you don't have the time
Nobody can make you choose, so you play the blues cause you want to, so you're into
A young life, you keep trying not to toe the line
In your dreams, in your dreams, in your dreams you'll be up there too
In your dreams, in your dreams, in your dreams there'll be love in you
Every weekend it's always the same
The boys watching Eric, the girls watching Wayne
And all the young contenders are down here again
Ain't no trouble going down
Boys at the front
In your dreams, in your dreams, in your dreams you'll be up there too
In your dreams, in your dreams, in your dreams there'll be love in you
Every weekend it's always the same
The boys watching Eric, the girls watching Wayne
And all the young contenders are down here again
Ain't no trouble
Every weekend it's always the same
The boys watching Eric, the girls watching Wayne
And all the young contenders are down here again
Down here again
Boys at the front
Boys at the front
Boys at the front
Thank you