Lyrics Transplants – Live Fast Die Young
Text:
Here’s one for ya!
Boy with no name, he was only eighteen
Never laught too much
Hated the monarchy
Real anti-social and he acted real mean
Was in in a dream?
«Cause dowsing her lights was in
In his dreams
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa
So full of hate and full of fury
To tell you a story
You would say
He was a one man jury
Catalogue of anger posted through your door
Your door, your door, your door
A chance would come
To even the score
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa
He stole a gun and he stole a car. Oh boy, oh boy
With some pretty polly he would go far
Down London where the bright lights are
Lights are, lights are, lights are
And I say
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa
He took out that gun on that fateful day
The winds blew cold as the sky was gray
He pointed the gun and he pulled the trigger
The message that he would now deliver
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! hey!
Rumpa, rumpa
