Bad Days
Lyrics
Hey, you know
I could stand up but I have to sit, I
I do sit here to get another beer, I
I will feel it better without dinner
I only wanna, no, no, no, no, no
I better pray to God as my lawyer says
I got a big heartache
Speak of bad days
Speak of bad days, man
Bad days, yeah
I have to sit and take a look around for
A fat man, yeah a fat man
I'm gonna meet, sure, another one or something
Fat man, yeah, a fat man
A fat man all around my little body
Big city, save my mind
More heavy they are more grounded, I feel
Fat man, big city
Yeah
Get flesh
Meet meal
Meet steaks for a flesh deal
Meet a type of big beefsteaks
I got that idea to meet a big ham
Fat man
Fat man for me
Fat man from a big city
Sure, I'm gonna get one
Waoh!
I gonna spend the night
And don't ask me with who
The great and delicious full flat bloody ball
A brand of big pig will be all right, whoo
A, ah, a big pig, ah
Big city, I feel so muddy
Big city save my mind!
Big city makes me so muddy
A fat man save my mind
Writer(s): Catherine Ringer, Frederic Chichin
Copyright(s): Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
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