Boy Done Good

Well, okay, yes

You know I just won't deny it

It's me, and me alone

Who kicked up the riot

I did it for a laugh

You know I did it for a thrill

From the windowsill

I didn't pay my phone bill

Every night I've been looking

Over my shoulder

Got a kickin' once

Because I was older

It was just a bunch of girls

But they were prettier than me

Not especially

They were probably filthy

Oh, ooh lala

Stacie Anne lives in my street

She's a waster

I know her face

And the smell of her feet

I can taste her

Loves me not

And talks a lot

And she treats me so unkind

Tangles up my mind

Never shows me a good time

I go out every night

I just don't be lazy

If I didnt treat myself right

You'd think I was crazy

I don't work for money

But I get along just fine

Waste my fuckin' time

Gets myself a new headline

Oh, got big mean hands

And fabulous feet

And I'm gonna hear

A tip in the jar

Got a ten pound note

And a mysterious coat

And a direct line to the bar

You better run

Ah you better run

I'm no angel, I'm just a boy...