I'd like to teach the world to sing
And put an end to suffering if I could
With the dedicated heart and soul
Of Britain's greatest rock 'n' roll Robin HoodBut your eyes are dim you cannot see
Your middle name is misery
And you'd like to teach the world to sing
You're gonna get your head kicked inDon't lose your temper
In the shopping center, son
Just remember
The young offender's mumAll God's children snatch a handbag
Spot the ball and match the grand dad
To the pictures on the news
Count the stitches on the bruiseLock your sons up with your daughters
Stay at home, don't drink the water
Intercept all interference
And blame the parentsBut don't lose your temper
In the shopping center, son
Just remember
The young offender's mumDown the front of the church
For the second time in life love hurts
This time there's no buttons and bows
She's wearing non fast colored clothesThe service seems to last for hours
No one wants to catch the flowers
On the shoulder of an older brother
The young offender's motherDon't lose your temper
In the shopping center, son
Just remember
The young offender's mum
Songwriters
CARTER, LESLIE GEORGE / MORRISON, JAMES NEILPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group