Bobby, King of Boys Town

You ain't gonna pin it on me

I don't wanna hear your sermon

Can shave in three strokes

And spit like hypodermic

Can dance like the dickens

Ain't a man alive I fear

You would not dare insult me

If Brother Jack was here

Where'd you learn to smoke?

'Cause you're doing it all wrong

The next plane to Honolulu

Is what I'll be on

God bless Father Flanagan

The movies is bologna

Newspaper/Magazine

Cigarette/Candy

You say you're fourteen

You certainly don't look it

The straight world is anything but

In fact, it's rather crooked

I'm getting out of Omaha

And that's for sure

'Cause the people bark about me

Like I reversed the sin on murder

Bobby, King of Boys Town

Bobby, King of Boys Town

Bobby, King of Boys Town