Baddie's bound by ancient codes of and secrecy He understands stabbing backs and shaking hands So if or you're behind bars or in front of them as you are Look out for the man who'll bum your wife and then shake your
And oh, you've been here before, you in love And her over the threshold Thinking, she's far too good to do the cooking Now well, that was years ago, twenty years ago
That's a lousy for the washed up wife Of a plastered, pissed up bastard A lousy for the washed up wife Of a permanently plastered, up bastard
A life for the washed up wife Of a plastered, pissed up bastard A lousy life, a lousy
The kid was singing, will I ever be Does this hold no more for me Club Tropicana, the drinks are one in his face for me
Baddie's bound, it's all you, his decency, his secrecy And bound, but I do get it
All the way, you've been here before, fell in Carried her over the Just thinking, she's far too looking to do the cooking While that was twenty years ago, twenty ago, oh
That's a lousy life for the washed up Of a plastered, pissed up bastard A lousy life for the up wife Of a permanently plastered, up bastard
A life for the washed up wife Of a permanently plastered, pissed up A lousy life, a life
Oh, the kid was singing, will I be free? Is this hold no more for me Club Tropicana, the are free one in his face for me, for me, a baddie
Baddies bound, baddies bound, it's you and secrecy