You ain't gonna pin it on me   I don't wanna hear your sermon   Can shave in three stokes   An spit like hypodermic   Can dance like the dickens   Ain't a man alive I fear   You would not dare insult me   If Brother Jack was here   Where'd you learn to smoke?    Cause you're doing it all wrong   The next plane to Honolulu   Is what I'll be on   God bless Father Flanagan   The movies is bologna   Newspaper/Magazine   Cigarette/Candy   You say you're 14   You certainly don't look it   The straight world is ANTHING BUT   In fact, it's rather crooked   I'm getting out of Omaha   An that's for sure   Cause the people bark about me   Like I reversed the sin on murder   Bobby, King of Boys Town