Ohh ya
A'right
Take it up
T Bone Billy just a singin' the blues he caught his lady with another man
Lit up a smoke and did some talkin' with the back of his hands
She started shakin' started losing her mind
But he was kicking back and playing it cool
Signed her walkin' papers took the 5:15 to Kalamazoo
Sing for your supper, but nobod' rides for free
Eat your heart out send a C O D
One, two baby, what you do?
Three, four let me show you the door
You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks
Seven, eight I'm gonna give it to you straight
You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
Now Billy boy's out havin' a ball playin' fiddle at the local bar
The dark shades, cool kicks he's the Hollywood Boulevard
Slick daddy with his fat cigar sayin, 'Sign upon the dotted line'
He shook his head and said, All I need is that fiddle of mine thats all
Sing for your supper, nobod' rides for free
But take your big time off so you can roll of m-m-me, m-m-me ya
One, two baby, what you do?
Three, four let me show you the door
You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks
Seven, eight I'm gonna give it to you straight
You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
Say, trouble keeps knockin'
But Billy keeps a rockin', like this
Sing for your supper, nobody rides for free
Sing for your supper, nobody rides for free
Take your bits out I'll take you to m-m-me, m-m-me, m-m-me, yea
One, two baby what you do?
Three, four let me show you the door
You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks
Seven, eight I'm gonna give it to you straight
You're better off dead than makin' a mess of m-m-me
One, two baby what you do?
You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks
(Later)
You're better off dead than makin' a mess of
Mess of, mess of, me, yea
Make a mess of me and you'll be the
Biggest mess you may ever made, ha, ha

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN