>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