Teen Ballad of Deano - Robert Calvert

He waved a real gun

And he went on the run

He found out how to live

Just like a fugitive

Life on the run is like

The edge of a razor

It was not a tragedy

Oh no, Deano

He stole a Yamaha

Made him an outlaw star

He stole a limousine

Drove through the TV screen

He rode on through the night

Tire tracks printing headlines

It was not a tragedy

Oh no, Deano

He robbed and got away

Until the seventh day

Road block and traffic light

Gave up without a fight

They put the handcuffs on

They shone just for the camera

It was not a tragedy

Oh no, Deano