The Teen Ballad Of Deano (Calvert Robert)

He waved a real gun And he went on the run He found out how to live Just like a fugitive Life on the run is like The edge of a razor It was not a tragedy Oh no, Deano He stole a Yamaha Made him an outlaw star He stole a limousine Drove through the TV screen He rode on through the night Tire tracks printing headlines It was not a tragedy Oh no, Deano He robbed and got away Until the seventh day Road block and traffic light Gave up without a fight They put the handcuffs on They shone just for the camera It was not a tragedy Oh no, Deano