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.)