Live Fast Die Young - Transplants

Boy with no name, he was only 18

Never laughed too 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 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

It was a one man jury

Catalogue of anger posted through your door

Your door, your door, your door!

The 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 Polly, he would go far

Down to London where the bright lights are

Lights are, lights are, lights are!

And I say, the mission’s 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

And the sky was grey

He pointed the gun

And then he pulled the trigger

The message that he would

Now deliver, ha-ha!

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!