I've just been beaten-up by a ted Because of our song " Elvis is dead " He rearranged my teeth though he weren't a dentist I would have run away but I was a bit pissed Intensive Intensive care I'm in intensive care He pushed me up against a brick wall Then he kicked me around like I was a football He kicked me in the face then he trod on my head And then he ran away 'cos he thought I was dead I tried to get up though I was bleeding and bruised I shouldn't have bothered 'cos I met bad news Around the corner were another three And they all kicked the shit out of me