BAD, BAD, BAD

You were born under the star of Bad, bad, bad You've cornered the market on Bad, bad, bad Everything you are is Bad, bad, bad

You stripped me of everything I Had, had, had It makes you ever so Glad, glad, glad To make everyone else so Sad, sad, sad

If you can't make everyone Sad, sad, sad It makes you ever so Mad, mad, mad Which shows how completely you've gone Bad, bad, bad

© 2002 by Michael J. Farrand