| F#7 | B7 | F#7 | B7 | |
| I laughed at the t | eacher | who taught in my sch | ool, |
| F#7 | B7 | F#7 | B7 | |
| they kept one | armed bandits in | the swimming p | ool. |
| E | A | E | A | |
| They don't underst | and me, | but they never w | ill, |
| E | A | D7 | B7 | |
| and if I was th | ere I'd be | telling them s | till. |
| E | A | |
| I'm not such a b | ad boy no more, no more, no more. |
| E | A | |
| I'm not such a b | ad boy no more, no more, no more. |
| I followed the leader into her tent, |
| but nobody told me that she owed some rent. |
| She wanted to love me, I wanted to go |
| but she taught me things that I needed to know. |
| I'm not such a bad... |
| Inter:(F#7 B7) x4 |
| She wanted to love me,... |
| I'm not such a bad... |
| I talked to my lawyer, he picked up my bail, |
| won't someone get me out of this lousy jail. |
| We're both in agreement that crime never pays |
| and I should be out in a couple of days. |
| I'm not such a bad... |
| I'm not such a bad... |
| END |
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