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