Tony

He had that slicked back black hair

Got lost in that greaser stare

Wore that black leather jacket

Don't know what he's packing, that man called Tony

Had a way with all the girls

Who left a trail of drool, only to get hurt

But there was something about the way he looked

I knew I was close to being hooked, on that man named Tony

With a plastic comb and death behind his ear

That boy knew all the things i'd want to hear

He never cared about what others said

Just as long as you were in his bed, that bastard named Tony

Tony had a way with words, a way with women

He surely knew how to persuade them

Skin tight jeans, and watery eyes

Tony was your average wannabe tough guy

He had that slicked back black hair

Got lost in that greaser stare

Wore that black leather jacket

Don't know what he's packing, that man called Tony