He ain't no momma's angel
all-sweet and heaven-sent
he's a pavement pirate,
a trouble maker,
a spitfire malcontent
He rolls on down the sidewalks
n' sometimes, down the streets
looking for trouble
and causing mayhem
rarely polite or respectable or discreet
And when the neighbors complain
or worry he's causing a scene
he laughs and he cusses
n' sometimes he'll get obscene
"Don't call me no saint,
and I don't want to be your inspiration
but you can ride along with me
if you want
or just get the hell outta my way, son"
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