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!)



Credits
Writer(s): Richard O'brien
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