| It’s Saturday night on the Lower East Side
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| I’m sittin' here contemplatin' suicide
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| I just got mugged down in Tompkins Square
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| When a skinny-assed junkie stuck a bayonet in my ear
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| I can’t believe you’ve gone and left me for a dentist
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| Whatever happened to my existentialist
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| If I can’t find out I never will recover
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| I gotta know who killed Bobby Fuller?
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| I know that you think that I’m out of my head
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| 'Cause I haven’t been givin' you the love that I should
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| I just sit here playin' his old 45's
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| Wishing to hell that Bobby was alive
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| He’s still out there singin' «I fought the law»
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| But no one is sayin' exactly what they saw
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| If I can’t find out I never will recover
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| I gotta know who killed Bobby Fuller?
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| And now you’ve gone and found another significant other
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| I hope your teeth fall out whenever he kisses you
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| And you’ll come crawlin' back when you discover
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| That I found out who killed Bobby Fuller!
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| I know it’s an obsession but what can I do
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| Oh darlin', I’m still so in love with you
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| There’s a se’orita down in El Paso
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| And I know that she’s got some of the answers
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| She’s older now and she’s ready to speak
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| So tell your dentist to cap someone else’s teeth
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| If we can’t be friends we can at least be lovers
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| I gotta know who killed Bobby Fuller? |