So you you tell me, why you always let me down?
And you, you tell me, why you give me the run-around?
There's no answer for half the things that you've done
So just you remember that I'll always owe you one
You're a badman
One day, you'll realize just what you've done to me
And one day, you'll realize what you've done to your family
Yeah, you've gotta, gotta be the worse player in the league
Everyone they know that you never buy a round
You're a badman
You treat your mother as bad, as bad could be
You even pay your deadly debts out of the gas money
You ain't got much ball control, your own biggest fan
So just you remember you're a dirty, no good bad man
You're a badman, you're a badman
Go on, pinch your old man's money, go on
Don't turn out for the football, you're a badman
Leave your bird on her own, never tell her anything
Never give her no money to buy either, you're a badman
You're dirty, you're no good, you're a rotter
And we all know that, you're a badman
You're a badman
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