Really That Bad

He's the boy that always sits at the back of the class

He never does what he's told (oh no, he never does)

They say he's several years older than the rest of us

But I don't know if that's true (oh yes, you better believe it)

I once sat next to him in geography when he was thrown out of his class

He's got a tattoo on his arm (I wonder where else)

They say he'll only come to harm

But I can see that he has got a certain charm

But what's beneath his smile?

But what's beneath his smile?

But what's beneath his smile?

He's good enough to smile at me when he passes me in the corridor

He's good enough to know my name 'coz I heard him once

So can he really be that bad?

Can he be that bad?

Can he really, really, really be that bad?

He's the boy that always stands by the bike sheds smoking on his own

And he once offered my a try (oh, did you really, did you try?)

But I was always too shy, though I regret it know

Just to be near him for a while

I doubt he needs much longer

I doubt he needs much longer

I doubt he needs much longer

He's good enough to smile at me when he passes me in the corridor

He's good enough to know my name 'coz I heard him once

So can he really be that bad?

Can he be that bad?

Can he really, really, really be that bad?

He's good enough to smile at me when he passes me in the corridor

He's good enough to know my name 'coz I heard him once

So can he really be that bad?

Can he be that bad?

Can he really, really, really, really

really, really, really, really

really, really, really be that bad?