Sweet & Tender Hooligan — Nouvelle Vague

He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan And he said that he'd never, never, never, never do it again And of course he won't

He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan And he said that he'd never, never, never, never, never do it again

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 'Cause she was old and she would have died anyway

Don't blame The sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan 'Cause he said that he'd never, never, never, never do it again

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

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

He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan And he said that he'd never, never do it again

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In the midst of life we are in death, etc

Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera Etcetera, etcetera

In the midst of life we are in death, etc