Scotty McKay - Bad Times

BAD TIMES
(Max Lipscomb)
SCOTTY MCKAY (ACETATE)

Oh mama-mama-mama, come look at me
I'm a-sittin' and a-waitin' and a-hopin' you will see
You treat me bad, plain ole bad
There'll be no fun tonight, unless you treat me right
Gimme no bad

Well, I called for you at eight, you asked me who I am
You open up the front door, I hear the backdoor slam
You treat me bad, plain ole bad
There'll be no fun tonight, unless you treat me right
Gimme no bad
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

One and one is two, two and two is four
Baby-baby-baby I just can't take no more
No bad, mmmm got it bad
No fun tonight, unless you treat me right
Gimme no bad
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Well now honey-honey-honey, what'ya gonna do
Why I love you baby, yeah I love you like I do
You treat me bad, oh real bad
There'll be fun tonight, try to treat me right
Don't be bad
Yeah, never bad
Oh, way ever bad
Yeah, way ever bad
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