Eddie's Teddy

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 and a motorbike (vroom, vroom) 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 switchblade knife What a guy! Makes you cry! And 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 going outta my head (hurry, or I may be dead) They mustn't carry out their evil deeds" 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 switchblade knife What a guy! Makes you cry! And 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 switchblade knife What a guy! Makes you cry! And I did! (Woah-woah-woah!) What a guy! Makes you cry! And I did! (Hey-hey-hey!) What a guy! Makes you cry! And I did! (Yeah-yeah-yeah!) What a guy! Makes you cry! And I did! (Yeah, did!)