It's Saturday night on the Lower East Side    I'm sittin' here contemplatin' suicide    I just got mugged down in Tompkins Square    When a skinny-assed junkie stuck a bayonet in my ear    I can't believe you've gone and left me for a dentist    Whatever happened to my existentialist    If I can't find out I never will recover    I gotta know who killed Bobby Fuller?       I know that you think that I'm out of my head    'Cause I haven't been givin' you the love that I should    I just sit here playin' his old 45's    Wishing to hell that Bobby was alive    He's still out there singin' "I fought the law"    But no one is sayin' exactly what they saw    If I can't find out I never will recover    I gotta know who killed Bobby Fuller?       And now you've gone and found another significant other    I hope your teeth fall out whenever he kisses you    And you'll come crawlin' back when you discover    that I found out who killed Bobby Fuller!       I know it's an obsession but what can I do    Oh darlin', I'm still so in love with you    There's a señorita down in El Paso    And I know that she's got some of the answers    She's older now and she's ready to speak    So tell your dentist to cap someone else's teeth    If we can't be friends we can at least be lovers    I gotta know who killed Bobby Fuller?