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!