He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan And he said that he'd never, never never never do it again, not until the next time He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan And he swore that he'll never, never never never never do it again And of course he won't Poor old man He had an "accident" with a three-bar fire But that's OK 'Cause he wasn't very happy anyway Poor woman Strangled in her very own bed as she read But that's OK 'Cause she was old and she would have died anyway DON'T BLAME The sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan 'Cause he'll never, never, never, never, never, never do it again (not until the next time) Jury, you've heard every word So before you decide Would you look into those "Mother me" eyes I love you for you, Jury, you've heard every word So before you decide Would you look into those "Mother me" eyes I love you for you, you my love Don't blame The sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan Because he'll never, never never never never do it again Etc! Etc! Etc!.. In the midst of live we are in death Etc!
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