Certain Kind of Fool

He was a poor boy, raised in a small family He kinda had a cravin' for somethin' no one else could see They say that he was crazy The kind that no lady should meet He ran out to the city and wandered around in the street He wants to dance, oh yeah He wants to sing, oh yeah He wants to see the lights a flashin' and listen To the thundering He saw it in a window The mark of a new kind of man He kinda liked the feeling, so shiny and smooth in his hand He took it to the country and practiced for days without rest And then one day he felt it He knew he could stand with the best They got respect, oh yeah He wants the same, oh yeah And it's a certain kind of fool that Likes to hear the sound of his own name Oo... A poster on a storefront, the picture of a wanted man He had a reputation spreading like fire through the land It wasn't for the money, at least it didn't start that way It wasn't for the runnin', but now he's runnin' every day.