He's the boy that always sits at the back of the class

He never does what he is told (Oh no, he never does)

They say he's several years older than the rest of us

But I don't don't know if that is true (Oh yes, you'd better believe it)

I once sat next to him in geography when he was thrown out of his class

He's got a tattoo on his arm (I wonder where else)

They say he'll only come to harm, but I can he that he

Has got a certain charm

But what's beneath his smile?

But what's beneath his smile?

But what's beneath his smile?

He's good enough to smile at me when he passes me in the corridor

He's good enough to know my name, 'cause I heard him once

So can he really be that bad?

Can he bad that bad?

Can he really, really, really be that bad?

He's the boy that always stands by the bike sheds smoking on his own

And he once offered me a try (Oh did you really, did you try?)

But I was always too shy, though I regret it know

Just to be near him for a while

I doubt he needs much longer

I doubt he needs much longer

I doubt he needs much longer

He's good enough to smile at me when he passes me in the corridor

He's good enough to know my name, 'cause I heard him once

So can he really be that bad?

Can he bad that bad?

Can he really, really, really, be that bad?

He's good enough to smile at me when he passes me in the corridor

He's good enough to know my name, 'cause I heard him once

So can he really be that bad?

Can he bad that bad?

Can he really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really be that bad?