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