“Somewhere in America There’s a Street Named After My Dad” is the first track on the Was (Not Was) album ‘What Up, Dog?’ (which also features the hit “Walk the Dinosaur.”) The singer is imagining a bucolic life far from the crime-and-violence-ridden streets in which he currently resides. It’s just a song I’ve always liked and shows a more serious side of a band generally known for its quirky and often humorous output.

At night only crickets No prowlers, no sirens No pinky ring hustlers No angel dust Byrons No bars on the windows No sabre-toothed neighbors Just good simple folks In a rainbow of flavors

Somewhere in America There's a street named after my dad And the home we never had

I'll work for Mr. Fowler Making fifty cents an hour And I'll save what I can So I can get a piece of land I'll raise some cows and carrots Get ahead on my own merits And if I fall I'll take it like a man

Somewhere in America There's a street named after my dad Mm-hm-hm, and the home we never had

No more bland TV dinners No ten car collisions No showbiz beginners Making global decisions No daycare Fellinis No fast food assassins No billboard bikinis Just truth and compassion

Somewhere in America There's a street named after my dad Oh whoa whoa, and the home we never had The home we never had