The Teen Ballad Of Deano Lyrics - Robert Calvert

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