Since I was born they couldn't hold me down Another misfit kid, another burned-out town I never played by the rules, I never really cared My nasty reputation takes me everywhere I look and see it's not only me So many others have stood where I stand We are the young, so raise your hands They call us problem child We spend our lives on trial We walk an endless mile We are the youth gone wild We stand and we won't fall We're one and one for all The writing's on the wall We are the youth gone wild Boss screamin' in my ear about who I'm supposed to be Getcha a 3-piece wall street smile and son you'll look just like me I said "hi man, There's something that you oughta Know I'll tell ya Park Avenue leads to Skid Row I look and see it's not only me We're standin' tall, ain't never a doubt We are the young, so shout it out They call us problem child We spend our lives on trial We walk an endless mile We are the youth gone wild We stand up, we won't fall We're one and one for all The writing's on the wall We are the youth gone wild Let me hear you wild They call us problem child We spend our lives on trial We walk an endless mile We are the youth gone wild We stand up, we won't fall We're one and one for all The writing's on the wall We are the youth gone wild (oh oh oh oh) We are the youth gone wild (oh oh oh oh) We are the youth gone wild Yeah yeah yeah We are the youth gone wild (oh oh oh oh) We are the youth gone wild

Sittin' by de ocean Me heart, she feel so sad... Sittin' by de ocean Me heart, she feel so sad... You don't got de money To take me back to Trinidad Fine calypso woman She cook me shrimp and rice... Fine calypso woman She cook me shrimp and rice... Those Yankee hot dogs Don't treat me stomach very nice In Trinidad, one dollar buy Papaya juice, banana pie Six coconut, one female goat An' plenty fish to fill de boat One bushel bread, one barrel wine And all de town, she come to dine But here is bad, one dollar buy Cup of coffee, ham on rye Me throat she sick from necktie Me feet hurt from shoes Me pocket full of empty I got Calypso blues These yankee girl give me big scare Is black de root, is blonde de hair Her eyelash false, her face is paint And perhaps not de girl she ain't! She jitterbug when she should waltz I even think her name is false But Calypso girl is good a lot Is what you see, is what she got Sittin' by de ocean You heart, she feel so sad... You don't got de money To take me back to Trinidad... Sittin' by de ocean You heart, she feel so sad... Because you don't got de money To take me back to Trinidad...