Jonathan Adams - Eddie Lyrics
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Eddie
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What Are The Lyrics For Eddie By Jonathan Adams?
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 Und a motorbike Shooting up junk He was a lowdown, 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 switch-blade knife What a guy, makes you cry, und 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 out of my head Oh, hurry, or I may be dead They mustn't carry out their evil deeds (aah) 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 What a guy, makes you cry, und 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 switch-blade knife What a guy (whoa, oh, oh) Makes you cry (hey, hey, hey) Und I did (hey-ey) |
Who Wrote Eddie By Jonathan Adams?
Richard O'brien
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What's The Duration Of The Eddie By Jonathan Adams?The duration of Eddie is 2:46 minutes and seconds. |
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