Eddie

Scott:
>From the day he was born
He was trouble.
He was the thorn
In his mother's side.
She tried in vain
Narrator:
...but he never caused her nothing
but shame.
Scott:
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...
Narrator:
He was a low down cheap little punk!
Scott:
Taking everyone for a ride.
All:
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
Frank:
What a guy!
Janet:
Makes you cry.
Scott:
Und I did.
Columbia:
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.
Scott:
But he must have been drawn
Into something,
Making him warn
Me in a note which reads...
All:
What's it say? What's it say?
Eddie:
I'm out of my head.
Oh, hurry, or I may be dead.
They mustn't carry out their evil deeds. (scream)
All:
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
Frank:
What a guy!
Janet:
Makes you cry.
Scott:
Und I did.
All:
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
Frank:
What a guy! (Whoa, oh, oh.)
Janet:
Makes you cry. (Hey, hey, hey.)
Scott:
Und I did. (I did.)