It's Saturday night on the Lower East Side 

I'm sittin' here contemplatin' suicide 

I just got mugged down in Tompkins Square 

When a skinny-assed junkie stuck a bayonet in my ear 

I can't believe you've gone and left me for a dentist 

Whatever happened to my existentialist 

If I can't find out I never will recover 

I gotta know who killed Bobby Fuller? 



I know that you think that I'm out of my head 

'Cause I haven't been givin' you the love that I should 

I just sit here playin' his old 45's 

Wishing to hell that Bobby was alive 

He's still out there singin' "I fought the law" 

But no one is sayin' exactly what they saw 

If I can't find out I never will recover 

I gotta know who killed Bobby Fuller? 



And now you've gone and found another significant other 

I hope your teeth fall out whenever he kisses you 

And you'll come crawlin' back when you discover 

that I found out who killed Bobby Fuller! 



I know it's an obsession but what can I do 

Oh darlin', I'm still so in love with you 

There's a señorita down in El Paso 

And I know that she's got some of the answers 

She's older now and she's ready to speak 

So tell your dentist to cap someone else's teeth 

If we can't be friends we can at least be lovers 

I gotta know who killed Bobby Fuller?