Irene Wilde - Ian Hunter

When I was just sixteen I stood waiting for a dream

At Barker Street bus station every night

When I tried to get it on she just looked at me with scorn

My courage turned to dust and I took flight

For those looks they seemed to say you ain’t nothing, go away

You’re just a face in the crowd

So I went home and I vowed

I’m gonna be somebody someday

Her name was Irene Wilde, oh such beauty for a child

When she started dating boys I nearly died

For I could not barely stand to see someone hold her hand

I felt I had to crawl away and hide

Oh in my mother’s living room I composed so many tunes

All the same, just a frame, for her name, and just to say

I’m gonna be somebody someday

Wilde as your name I soon left that country town

I been around, seen some fame

Seen some ups and seen some downs

Smile through your shock when you hear your name aloud

It’s that face in the crowd, I didn’t dig it, much too proud

When I was just sixteen I stood waiting for a dream

A Barker Street bus station non-affair

At the time it seemed so sad, but it did not turn out bad

If you hadn’t messed me up I’d still be there

And I think most folks agree, a little put-down makes them see

They ain’t no chain, just a link and that’s why you made me think

Gonna be somebody

Be somebody

Be somebody

Someday