The Hidden Cameras - Bboy Lyrics

Life with the b-boy
Life with the b-boy, hope for the American
Justified b-boy, hope for the American
Contact with b-boy, hope for the American

I was born into the arms of his ill
My sentences light to the ire of Dullsville

Come back the b-boy, hope for the American
What up, the b-boy? Hope for the American
Petrified b-boy, hope for the American

We spy at night through blinds on family fun
A tear is his eye at the dire of Dullsville

Walloped the b-boy, hope for the American
Convicted b-boy, hope for the American
What up, the b-boy? Hope for the American

He sways me with his charm and I fold at his feet
A practiced lie in an honest way
If I was born into the arms of his ill
He'd grip me and gripe in an old-fashioned way

A big boy, hope for the American
Contempt the b-boy, hope for the American
What up, the b-boy? Hope for the American