Scott:    >From the day he was born    He was trouble.    He was the thorn    In his mother's side.    She tried in vain       Narrator:    ...but he never caused her nothing    but shame.       Scott:    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...       Narrator:    He was a low down cheap little punk!       Scott:    Taking everyone for a ride.       All:    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       Frank:    What a guy!       Janet:    Makes you cry.       Scott:    Und I did.       Columbia:    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.       Scott:    But he must have been drawn    Into something,    Making him warn    Me in a note which reads...       All:    What's it say? What's it say?       Eddie:    I'm out of my head.    Oh, hurry, or I may be dead.    They mustn't carry out their evil deeds. (scream)       All:    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       Frank:    What a guy!       Janet:    Makes you cry.       Scott:    Und I did.       All:    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       Frank:    What a guy! (Whoa, oh, oh.)       Janet:    Makes you cry. (Hey, hey, hey.)       Scott:    Und I did. (I did.)