Weird boy, sad boy, different little boy
Grew up slower than he should
Could do less than the other kids could
In the playground and in the neighborhood kids always bullied this young boy
Someone laughing in his face, teasing, picking on his race In the rain and in the snow He would walk all alone A dark cloud hanging above his head
And all the girls with angel faces
And ribboned hair Grew devilish whenever they saw him alone And all the girls sang na na na na na………. So this kid, locked in his room Sat down and wrote a tune That could be heard from the dark side of the moon
And guess what, it went like na na na na na na……….
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