They don’t come much more sick than you
Songwriter: John Lawler
And hey flathead don’t you get mean
Publisher: EMI MUSIC PUB. LTD.
I could go on if you want me to
Bara bap bara ra ra ra, bara bap bara ra ra ra
Bara bap bara ra ra ra, bara bap bara ra ra ra
Bara bap bara ra ra ra, bara bap bara ra ra ra ra
And hey flathead don't check me in
Da dada do
Bara bap bara ra ra ra, bara bap bara ra ra ra
Well everybody knows you're the one to call
Chewing on glass and a ticket stub
They don’t come much more slick than you
Well hers is a tonic and mine is a gin
And you stood and got a kickin’ instead till she said
And I told you once and you killed me twice
I’d drive your car if you ask me to
Bara bap bara ra ra ra, bara bap bara ra ra ra
Bara bap bara ra ra ra, bara bap bara ra ra ra
Saw you one time on the back of the club
Bara bap bara ra ra ra, bara bap bara ra ra ra
And she made me talk dirty in a pink hotel
Bara bap bara ra ra ra, bara bap bara ra ra ra
Bara bap bara ra ra ra, bara bap bara ra ra ra
Like Josephine says you got a bleedin' nose
Then you stood and said, "Oh my god" till she said
Bara bap bara ra ra ra, bara bap bara ra ra ra ra
And she said the boy's not right in the head
Said the boy's not right in the head
Takin' it with her wherever she goes
Doesn't mean she's got eyes for me
She's the second best killer that I ever have seen
When the girls get ugly on the back of the wall
Bara bap bara ra ra ra, bara bap bara ra ra ra
Bara bap bara ra ra ra, bara bap bara ra ra ra ra
It's just so wrong, so very nice
Well just because she feeds me well
She might just want my bones you see
Said I heard you kicked the boy till he bled
Then you stood and said, "Oh my god," till she said