We’ll remember you forever, EddieThrough the sacrifice you madeWe can’t believe the price you paidFor love (for love)For love (for love)
Little Eddie Mitty, born in Jersey CityStarted singing when he was fiveNever knew his father, mother didn’t botherTo catch his last name fast as he cameHe was off and flying, times were really tryingEddie and his mother aloneSoon another mister, soon a baby sisterMama kept swinging and Eddie kept singing
Ah, ya ya ya yaYa ya ya ya, ya ya ya yaYa, ya ya ya yaYa ya ya ya, ya ya ya yaFor love, for love
And now, the tragic storyEddie’s sister, Mary Louise, needed an operationTo get the money she would have to become an overnight sensationEddie believed the American people had wonderful, love-giving heartsHis well publicized end, he considered would sendHis memorial album to the top of the charts and it did
Ya, ya ya ya yaYa ya ya ya, ya ya ya yaYa, ya ya ya yaYa ya ya ya, ya ya ya yaGoodbye, goodbye
When a young singer dies to our shock and surpriseIn a plane crash or flashy sports carHe becomes quite well known and the kindness he’s shownHas made more than one post mortem starWell you did it Eddie, and though it’s hard to applaud suicideYou gave all you could give, so your sister could liveAll America’s choked up inside, man
We’ll remember you forever EddieThrough the sacrifice you madeWe can’t believe the price you paidFor love (for love)For love (for love)For love (for love)