Wolfboy - David Knopfler

There’s my boy riding high

There’s my boy riding by

We’ll take that tram until we die

Way across the great divide

Ah ooh, ah ooh

Strangers look and strangers stare

Wolfboy sees 'cause he’s aware

People run but he don’t care

He’s here but he is not all there

Ah ooh, ah ooh

And it’s all about the hunger

And it’s all about the feast

And it isn’t all for nothing

For some there is release

Ah ooh, ah ooh

Ah ooh, ah ooh

There’s my boy

Pretty girls they come and go

Pretty girls all in a row

Wolfboy he could have his pick

But he gently tugs the one who’s sick

Ah ooh, ah ooh

Ah ooh, ah ooh

There’s my boy