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