He wasn't a bad lad
When she called him in for tea, he'd scarper - for a lark
hang out with his mates playin' footy in the park
then he'd turn up in his turn up's when the night turned dark
but, he wasn't a bad lad.
Dirty shirt, messy hair, cheeky bloody grin
but he wasn't a bad lad
it was just his way, just him
it was his way of having fun, and no matter what he did
her fourteen year old son
it was no matter
of no matter
because he really loved his mum and
she loved him this
caring caring mum
and the truth she knew about him
it wasn't the truth that was in the Sun.
Taken from 'The Truth'
Written by Ian Nenna