the smiths
sweet and tender hooligan
He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan And he said that he'd never, never do it again And of course he won't (oh, not until the next time) He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan And he swore that he'll never, never do it again And of course he won't (oh, not until the next time) Poor old man He had an "accident"; with a three-bar fire But that's Ok Because he wasn't very happy anyway Poor woman Strangled in her very own bed as she read But that's Ok Because she was old and she would have died anyway Don't Blame The sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan Because he'll never, never, never, never do it again (not until the next time) Jury, you've heard every word So before you decide Would you look into those Mother me eyes I love you for you, my love, you my love You my love, you my love Jury, you've heard every word But before you decide Would you look into those Mother me eyes I love you for you my love, you my love I love you just for you, my love Don't blame The sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan Because he'll never, never do it again And "In the midst of life we are in debt Etc" Don't blame the hooligan, hooligan Because he'll never, never do it again And "In the midst of life we are in death Etc." Etc! Etc! Etc! Etc! In The Midst Of Life We Are In Debt Etc! Etc! Etc! Etc! Etc! In The Midst Of Life We Are In Debt Etc!