| I woke up from the drink I had
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| The room was dark and suddenly began to swirl
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| I should of heeded mother’s words
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| She said she’d heard it said you were a naughty girl
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| But what does a mother know
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| That we really need to know
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| And what would she say if she knew
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| Na na na na you’re just a Bad Boy
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| Who, who, who
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| Na na na na they’ll drive you mad boy
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| Who, who, who
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| But mother, what a way to go
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| I looked out as the sun came up
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| I shook my head and said I really should be gone
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| I grabbed my shoes and daily news
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| And walked out in the heat beneath the summer sun
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| But father was there outside with no place to run and hide
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| He looked most upset as he said «Where've you been?»
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| Na na na na you’re just a Bad Boy
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| Who, who, who
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| Na na na na they’ll drive you mad boy
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| Who, who, who
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| But mother, what a way to go
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| But what if she’d walked in and caught us
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| Do you think she’d have been shocked
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| The way that she talked you’d think I was a daughter
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| Anyway the door was locked
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| I know that mother disagrees
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| But I would really like to see you again
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| And if you want to see me too
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| Then meet me in the bushes at the river bend
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| And no one will find us out
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| 'Cause no one will be about
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| But still I can hear them all say
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| Na na na na you’re just a Bad Boy
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| Who, who, who
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| Na na na na they’ll drive you mad boy
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| Who, who, who
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| But mother, what a way to go |