The Black 47 - Who k**ed Bobby Fuller? lyrics

It's Saturday night on the Lower East Side I'm sittin' here contemplatin' suicide I just got mugged down in Tompkins Square When a skinny-a**ed junkie stuck a bayonet in my ear I can't believe you've gone and left me for a dentist Whatever happened to my existentialist If I can't find out I never will recover I gotta know who k**ed Bobby Fuller? I know that you think that I'm out of my head 'Cause I haven't been givin' you the love that I should I just sit here playin' his old 45's Wishing to hell that Bobby was alive He's still out there singin' "I fought the law" But no one is sayin' exactly what they saw If I can't find out I never will recover I gotta know who k**ed Bobby Fuller? And now you've gone and found another significant other I hope your teeth fall out whenever he kisses you And you'll come crawlin' back when you discover that I found out who k**ed Bobby Fuller! I know it's an obsession but what can I do Oh darlin', I'm still so in love with you There's a se'orita down in El Paso And I know that she's got some of the answers She's older now and she's ready to speak So tell your dentist to cap someone else's teeth If we can't be friends we can at least be lovers I gotta know who k**ed Bobby Fuller?