Baddie's bound by ancient codes of 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 who'll bum your wife and then your hand
And oh, you've been before, you fell in love And her over the threshold Thinking, she's far too looking to do the cooking Now well, that was twenty years ago, twenty 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 plastered, pissed up bastard
A life for the washed up wife Of a permanently plastered, pissed up A lousy life, a life
The kid was singing, will I ever be Does town hold no more for me Club Tropicana, the drinks are one in his face for me
Baddie's bound, all 'bout you, his decency, his secrecy And bound, but I do get it
All the way, you've been before, fell in love Carried her the threshold Just thinking, she's far too good to do the cooking While that was twenty years ago, years ago, oh
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 life
Oh, the kid was singing, I ever be free? Is this town no more for me Tropicana, the drinks are free Stick one in his face for me, for me, a
bound, baddies bound, it's 'bout you Decency and