I'd like to teach the world to sing   And put an end to suffering if I could   With the dedicated heart and soul   Of Britain's greatest rock 'n' roll Robin Hood      But your eyes are dim you cannot see   Your middle name is misery   And you'd like to teach the world to sing   You're gonna get your head kicked in      Don't lose your temper   In the shopping center, son   Just remember   The young offender's mum      All God's children snatch a handbag   Spot the ball and match the grand dad   To the pictures on the news   Count the stitches on the bruise      Lock your sons up with your daughters   Stay at home, don't drink the water   Intercept all interference   And blame the parents      But don't lose your temper   In the shopping center, son   Just remember   The young offender's mum      Down the front of the church   For the second time in life love hurts   This time there's no buttons and bows   She's wearing non fast colored clothes      The service seems to last for hours   No one wants to catch the flowers   On the shoulder of an older brother   The young offender's mother      Don't lose your temper   In the shopping center, son   Just remember   The young offender's mum