He's the boy that always sits   At the back of the class   He never does what he is told   (Oh no, he never does)      They say he's several years older   Than the rest of us   But I don't, don't know if that is true   (Oh yes, you'd better believe it)      I once sat next to him in geography   When he was thrown out of his class   He's got a tattoo on his arm   (I wonder where else)      They say he'll only come to harm   But I can see that he has got a certain charm      But what's beneath his smile?   But what's beneath his smile?   But what's beneath his smile?      He's good enough to smile at me   When he passes me in the corridor   He's good enough to know my name   'Cause I heard him once      So can he really be that bad?   Can he be that bad?   Can he really, really, really be that bad?      He's the boy that always stands   By the bike sheds smoking on his own   And he once offered me a try   (Oh, did you really? Did you try?)      But I was always too shy   Though I regret I know   Just to be near him for a while      I doubt he needs much longer   I doubt he needs much longer   I doubt he needs much longer      He's good enough to smile at me   When he passes me in the corridor   He's good enough to know my name   'Cause I heard him once      So can he really be that bad?   Can he be that bad?   Can he really, really, really be that bad?      He's good enough to smile at me   When he passes me in the corridor   He's good enough to know my name   'Cause I heard him once      So can he really be that bad?   Can he be that bad?   Can he really, really, really, really   Really, really, really, really   Really, really, really be that bad?