Eddie

Sitting on the swing

Trying to relate to just anything

Wonder where it's at

Conversations of where it's at

Ooh yeah

Ohh yeah

People come and stare

Wondering who's really there

He smiles and says

I could've been one of them

Oh Eddie Eddie

He was something different

Oh well he never hurt no one

And I wonder if his father said

Oh god he's not my son

And Oh God he's not my son

Oh Eddie

He was all alone

Walked the streets

No place to call home

Fingers to his head

No one put him to his death

Oh Eddie

He was something different

But he never hurt no one

And I wonder if his father said

Oh God he's not my son

And Oh God he's not my son

Yeah tell me something about him

'Cause music's his only prayer

He was something different

But he never hurt no one

And I wonder if his father said

Oh God he's not my son

Oh now Eddie

Oh Eddie

Oh Eddie

Oh now Eddie

No Eddie you're not my son

No Eddie you're not my son

No Eddie you're not my son

No Eddie you're not my son

No Eddie you're not my son