I knew a bad little girl
She did a loose little thing
Wore her hair in a curl
Never fit a wedding ring
But that mama she sure could shake
Never met a heart she couldn’t break
All the boys tried to ring her bell
Not a tramp just born to raise hell
She was rock and roll – a legend they said
And you can’t love the living dead
Living dead… Living dead… Living dead!
I knew a bad little girl
She didn’t care about the rent
Wore her hair in a curl
Nothing saved, always spent
But that mama she sure could shake
Never met a heart she couldn’t break
All the boys tried to ring her bell
Not a tramp just born to raise hell
She was rock and roll – a legend they said
And you can’t love the living dead
Living dead… Living dead… Living dead!
I knew a bad little girl
She didn’t want to be saved
Wore her hair in a curl
Burnt every bridge she had made
But that mama she sure could shake
Never met a heart she couldn’t break
All the boys tried to ring her bell
Not a tramp just born to raise hell
She was rock and roll – a legend they said
And you can’t love the living dead


Lyrics by Elizabeth Ann O’Brien
© 2010