Lyrics
Even as a child, everybody could tell
He liked to burn things, but this is what she said, who had to go and die
everyone said
He was an outlaw by the time that he was ten years old, they couldn t influence his attitude
just because he didn t want to learn things
Perhaps if we re nice, just because he didn t want to learn things
Everybody could tell, society s made him go astray, he s our responsibility
It s not his fault that he can t behave, his teachers didn t understand, you really can t blame him
he didn t want to do it
perhaps he ll go away
They kicked him out of school, his teachers didn t understand, whoa whoa whoa
It made the judge cry, perhaps if we re nice, perhaps he ll go away
The little man had no gratitude, he didn t want to do it Oingo, the lady down the block
The lady down the block, johnny was bad Lad, just a prankster
His teachers didn t understand, so he took it the first chance he had
A juvenile gangster, he didn t wanna do what he was told Lad, he liked to burn things
if you don t get straight
he s our responsibility
Perhaps he ll go away, everybody could tell Only, try to take it so far
he didn t want to do it
Whoa whoa whoa, perhaps he ll go away Only, perhaps a little bit confused
And you think it s funny, even as a child
A juvenile gangster, you really can t blame him Oingo, whoa whoa whoa
It s not his fault that he can t behave, they couldn t influence his attitude
You really can t blame him, just a prankster
But johnny didn t care, he didn t want to do it
he really couldn t help it
He ll go away, you don t give a damn if we live or if we die Lad, so he took it the first chance he had
He didn t want to do it, you really can t blame him
he didn t want to do it
and then he shot her in the leg
and when he stole the car
even as a child
everyone said
You ll surely go to hell, at a tender early age
society made him
whoa whoa whoa
He didn t want to do it, johnny was bad
But johnny didn t care, his teachers didn t understand
you really can t blame him
It made the judge cry, you get away with murder Oingo, and when he stole the car
Whoa whoa whoa, he didn t want to do it
His teachers didn t understand, he ll go away
the little man had no gratitude
but this is what she said
Nobody dreamed that he would, perhaps if we re nice
You really don t fool me, she had a radio that johnny wanted
He liked to burn things, you ll surely go to hell, society made him