| From the day he was born, he was trouble
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| He was the thorn in his mother’s side
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| She tried in vain, but he never caused her nothing but shame
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| He left home the day she died…
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| From the day she was gone, all he wanted
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| Was rock’n’roll, porn and a motorbike
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| Shooting up junk
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| He was a low-down, cheap little punk
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| Taking everyone for a ride…
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| When Eddie said he didn’t like his teddy you knew he was a no-good kid
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| But when he threatened your life with a switchblade knife
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| What a guy
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| Makes you cry
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| And I did
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| Everybody shoved him, I very nearly loved him
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| I said hey listen to me, stay sane inside insanity
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| But he locked the door and threw away the key…
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| But he must been drawn into something
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| Making him warn me in a note which reads (what's it say, what’s it say?)
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| «I'm outta my head, O hurry or I may be dead
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| They mustn’t carry out their evil deeds…»
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| When Eddie said he didn’t like his teddy you knew he was a no-good kid
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| But when he threatened your life with a switchblade knife
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| What a guy
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| Makes you cry
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| And I did
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| When Eddie said he didn’t like his teddy you knew he was a no-good kid
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| But when he threatened your life with a switchblade knife
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| What a guy… oh oh oh
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| Makes you cry… hey hey hey
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| And I did |