Jenny knew which boy she liked
The only one with a motorbike
With a gleam in his eye
He was [bad word]  back his hair

She never saw him at school
He was too busy being cool
In his black leather jacket
He was king of anywhere

Rebel souls with their shadows of mystery
Tough to the last
Are [bad word] just a part of our history
Memories from the past
What happened to the heroes of yesterday
Where have they gone
Their vision's too important to fade away
We'll have to carry it on

Johnny was a teenage punk
Starting fights and getting [bad word] He was ready for [bad word] With a switchblade at his side

Jenny hid and cried that day
She wanted [bad word] away
When she overheard them say
That Johnny died