Makin' a Mess

歌詞

oh yeah Alright Break it up, huh 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 hand, smack 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, Nobody rides for free Eat your heart out, I'll send it C.O.D., yeah One, two, baby what you do Three, four, Let me show you the door You're better off dead than a makin' a mess of me Five, six, take your last licks Seven, eight, Let me give it to you straight You're better off dead than a makin a mess of me Now Billy-boy's out havin' a ball playin' fiddle at the local bar Dark shades, cool kicks, he's Hollywood Boulevard. Slick Daddy and his fat cigar sayin': "Sign upon the dotted line!" He shook his head and said: "All I need is that fiddle of mine!" That's,all Sing for your supper, Nobody rides for free Take your big time, I'll take care of m-m-me,m-m-me,yeah One, two, baby what you do Three, four, let me show you the door You're better off dead than a makin' a mess of me Five, six, take your last licks Seven, eight, Let me give it to you straight You're better off dead than makin a mess of me Say, trouble keeps knockin' My Billy keeps rockin' Like this..., huh If you gonna be where the rock starts,yeah Sing for your supper, Nobody rides for free Take your big time, I'll take care of m-m-me,m-m-me,m-m-me,yeah One, two, baby what you do Three, four, let me show you the door You're better off dead than a makin' a mess of me Five, six, take your last licks Seven, eight, Let me give it to you straight You're better off dead than makin a mess of m-m-,m-m-,m-,m-m,m-m-m,me One, two baby what you do,oh You're better off dead than a makin' a mess of me Five, six take your last licks (lick it) You're better off dead than a makin a mess of mess of,mess of me,yeah You make a mess of me, It'll be the best Mess you ever made,baby ha ha