Baddie's bound by ancient codes of and secrecy He understands stabbing backs and shaking hands So if or when you're behind bars or in 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 carried her over the Thinking, she's far too good to do the cooking Now well, that was years ago, twenty years ago
That's a lousy life for the washed up Of a plastered, pissed up bastard A life 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, a life
The kid was singing, will I be free? Does this hold no more for me Tropicana, the drinks are free Stick one in his 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 here before, in love Carried her over the Just thinking, she's far too looking to do the cooking While that was years ago, twenty years ago, oh
That's a life for the washed up wife Of a permanently plastered, pissed up A life for the washed up wife Of a permanently plastered, pissed up
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 ever be Is town hold no more for me Tropicana, the drinks are free Stick one in his face for me, for me, a
Baddies bound, baddies bound, 'bout you Decency and