Live Fast, Die Young (The Violators)

Here's one for ya!
 Boy with no name, he was only 18
 Never laughed too much
 Hated the monarchy, yes he hated the Queen
 Real antisocial and he acted real mean
 Was he in a dream?
 Dowsing her lights was in his dreams
 Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
 Rumpa, rumpa
 Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
 Rumpa, rumpa
 So full of hate and full of fury
 To tell you a story
 You could say
 He was a one man jury
 Catalogue of anger posted through your door
 Your door, your door, your door!
 The chance would come to even the score
 Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
 Rumpa, rumpa
 Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
 Rumpa, rumpa
 Stole a gun and he stole a car
 Oh, boy oh boy!
 With a pretty Polly, he would go far
 Down to London where the bright lights are
 Lights are, lights are, lights are
 And I say the mission is his decision
 Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
 Rumpa, rumpa
 Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
 Rumpa, rumpa
 He took out the gun
 On that fateful day
 The wind blew cold
 And the sky was grey
 He pointed the gun
 And then he pulled the trigger
 The message that he would
 Now deliver
 Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
 Rumpa, rumpa
 Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
 Rumpa, rumpa
 Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
 Rumpa, rumpa
 Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
 Rumpa, rumpa
 (Hey Tom, can we do the rumpas again?)