There once was a boy
Who would live day to day,
He tried not to trouble
Anyone on his way,
Whatever he did,
Whatever he'd say,
He only wanted a good time
Doing what he may.

But there was always that group
Who made his time bad,
They took all the fun
And turned it so sad,
He tried telling his mum,
He tried telling his dad,
But they wouldn't listen
To this young bullied lad.

He never went a day
That sad little boy,
Without feeling that he
Was their little punch toy,
He wished every day
He could stay full of joy,
Instead of that Ian,
That Andrew, that Roy.

He wished that they'd stop it,
He wished that they would,
He knew who it was
Even with their black hoods,
They thought they were cool,
They thought they were good,
They pointed and laughed,
I don't know how they could.

They finally stopped it
Everyone could see
They didn't stop it
Because they were sorry,
They only stopped it
Because he let it all free

There that boy crying
That little boy was me.