There was a lot of rocking going on that night
   Cruising time for the young, bright lights
   Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door
   The five lamp boys were coming on strong
   The Saturday night city beat had already started and the
   The pulse of the corner boys just sprang into action
   And young Billy watched it under the yellow street light
   And said "tonight of all nights there's gonna be a fight"
  
   Billy don't like it living here in this town
   He says traps have been sprung long before he was born
   He says "hope bites the dust behind all the closed doors
   And pus and grime ooze from its scab-crusted sores
   There's screaming and crying in the high-rise blocks"
   It's a rat trap, Billy, but you're already caught
   And you can make it if you want to or you need it bad enough
   You're young and good-looking and you're acting kind of tough
   Anyway it's Saturday night, time to see what's going down
   Put on a bright suit, Billy, head for the right side of town
   It's only eight o'clock, but you're already bored
   You don't know what it is, but there's got to be more
   You'd better find a way out, hey, kick down that door
   It's a rat trap, and you've been caught
  
   In this town Billy says "everybody's trying to tell you what to do"
   In this town Billy says "everybody says you gotta follow rules"
   You walk up to the traffic lights
   You switch from your left to your right
   You push in that button, and that button comes alight
   And it's
   "Walk, don't walk, walk, don't walk
   Talk, don't talk, talk, don't talk
   Walk, don't walk, walk, don't walk
   Talk, don't talk, talk, don't talk"
   Hey, Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk
   Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk
   Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk
   Hey, Billy take a walk with me
  
   Well, little Judy's trying to watch "Top of the Pops"
   But mum and dad are fighting, don't they ever stop
   She takes off her coat and walks down to the street
   It's cold on that road, but it's got that home beat
   Deep down in her pocket she finds 50p
   Hey, is that any way for a young girl to be
   "I'm gonna get out of school, work in some factory
   Work all the hours God gave me, get myself a little easy money"
   Now, now, now, na na
  
   Her mind's made up