From the day he was born
He was trouble.
He was the thorn
In his mother's side.
She tried in vain
But he never caused her nothing
but shame.
He left home the day she died.
From the day she was gone
All he wanted
Was Rock 'n' Roll porn
Und a motorbike.
Shooting up junk
He was a low down cheap little punk!
Taking everyone for a ride.
When Eddie said he didn't like his Teddy
You knew he was a no-good kid.
But when he threatened your life with a switch-blade knife
What a guy!
Makes you cry.
Und I did.
Everybody shoved him.
I very nearly loved him.
I said, hey, listen to me;
Stay sane inside insanity!
But he locked the door and threw away the key.
But he must have been drawn
Into something,
Making him warn
Me in a note which reads
What's it say? What's it say?
I'm out of my head.
Oh, hurry, or I may be dead.
They mustn't carry out their evil deeds. (scream)
When Eddie said he didn't like his Teddy
You knew he was a no-good kid.
But when he threatened your life with a switch-blade knife
What a guy!
Makes you cry
Und I did
When Eddie said he didn't like his Teddy
You knew he was a no-good kid.
But when he threatened your life
With a switch-blade knife
What a guy! (Whoa, oh, oh.)
Makes you cry (Hey, hey, hey.)
Und I did (I did)