Lyrics Sweet and Tender Hooligan (John Peel session, 12/2/86) - The Smiths

He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
He said that he′d never, never do it again
And of course he won't, oh, not until the next time
He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
And he swore that he′ll never, never do it again
And of course he won't, oh, not until the next time
Poor old man, he had an accident with a three-bar fire
But that's okay, because he wasn′t very happy anyway
A poor woman, strangled in her very own bed as she read
But that′s okay, 'cause she was old
And she would have died anyway
Don′t blame the sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
Because he'll never, never, never, never
Never, never do it again, not until the next time
Jury, you′ve heard every word, so before you decide
Would you look into those motherly eyes?
I love you for you, my love, you, my love
You, my love, you, my love
Jury, you've heard every word, but before you decide
Would you look into those motherly eyes?
I love you for you, my love, you, my love
I love you just for you, my love
Don′t blame the sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
Because he'll never, never do it again
And in the midst of life we are in death, etc
Don't forget the hooligan, hooligan
Because he′ll never, never do it again
And in the midst of life we are in death, etc
Etc., etc., etc., etc
In the midst of life we are in death, etc
Etc., etc., etc., etc
In the midst of life we are in debt, etc
Just will you free me? Will you find me?
Will you free me? Will you find me?
Will you free me, free me, free me
Free me, free me, free me?
Jury will you free me? Will you find me?
Will you free me? Will you find me?
How will you find me, find me, find me
Find me, find me, find me, find me?
Etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc
Etc., etc., etc., etc
In the midst of life we are in debt, etc
Oh, oh