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Live Fast Die Young
[Originally by The Violators]
Boy with no name, he was only 18
Never lughed to much
Hated the monarchy
Yes he hated the queen
Real antisocial and he acted real mean
Was he in a dream?
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 could 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
Stole a gun and he stole a car
Oh boy, oh boy
With a pretty dolly he would go far
Down to london where the bright lights are
Lights are, lights are, lights are
And i said
The mission his decision
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
He took out the gun
On that fateful day
The winds blew cold, the sky was grey
He pointed the gun
And then 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
("hey tom, could we do the rumpa's again?")
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("hey tom, could we do the rumpa's again?")
Rumpa, rumpa
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
The message that he would now deliver
And then he pulled the trigger
He pointed the gun
The winds blew cold, the sky was grey
On that fateful day
He took out the gun
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
The mission his decision
And i said
Lights are, lights are, lights are
Down to london where the bright lights are
With a pretty dolly he would go far
Oh boy, oh boy
Stole a gun and he stole a car
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
A chance would come to even the score
Your door, your door, your door
Catalogue of anger posted through your door
He was a one man jury
You could say
To tell you a story
So full of hate and full of fury
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
In his dreams
Dowsing her lights was in
Was he in a dream?
Real antisocial and he acted real mean
Yes he hated the queen
Hated the monarchy
Never lughed to much
Boy with no name, he was only 18
[Originally by The Violators]
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