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 o.k.
Because he wasn't very happy anyway
Poor woman
Strangled in her very own bed as she read
But that's o.k.
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, 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 death etc.
Forget the hooligan, hooligan
Because he'll never, never do it again
And...
In the midst of life we are in debt etc.
Etc! Etc! Etc! Etc!
In the midst of life we are in death etc!
Etc! Etc! Etc! Etc!
In the midst of life we are in death etc!
Just...
Just...
Etc! Etc! Etc! Etc! Etc! Etc! Etc! Etc! Etc! Etc!
In the midst of life we are in debt etc!

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Writer(s): Johnny Marr, Steven Morrissey