The youngest was the most loved The youngest was the shielded We kept him from the world's glare And he turned into a killer Retroussé nose Turned up and mischievous Forget-me-not eyes that cried if we ever left his side There is no such thing in life as normal There is no such thing in life as normal The youngest was the most loved The youngest was the cherub A small boy from a poor house Who turned into a killer A blushed rose if he had to say ‘hello’ A lopsided grin strained to keep the shyness in There is no such thing in life as normal There is no such thing in life as normal The youngest was the most loved The youngest was the cherub The look was all before him With a lovely wife beside him The youngest was the most loved The youngest was the cherub We kept him from the world's glare And he turned into a killer There is no such thing in life as normal There is no such thing in life as normal