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Mickey Avalon

Bad News

 

Bad News

(album: Never Satisfied - 2023)


Here we go
That gangster of the blues
Boo hoo whoopty woo

Here we go again
Bad news is everywhere
Losing all my friends
They say I'm mad
But I don't care
Here we go again
Bad news is everywhere
Losing all my friends
They say I'm mad
But I don't care

First, my bitch got knocked up (oops)
Then my pops got locked up (poof)
Then I toured around the world
Met a lot of little girls
And nodded off in the pasta (damn)
It's just a hard knock life (that's right)
Better go guard your wife (your wife)
Cuz she's giving me the eye
While she's waving me goodbye
And I might just toss her (nope)
Then my car got smashed up (bang)
And my cards got cashed up (dang)
Then I took to the streets like a circus freak
Bleeding out straight ketchup (ouch)
I guess that's the breaks (no way)
When it's all take take take (all day)
But it ain't no thing
Cuz I got that swing and I'm still so sexy

Here we go again
Bad news is everywhere
Losing all my friends
They say I'm mad
But I don't care
Here we go again
Bad news is everywhere
Losing all my friends
They say I'm mad
But I don't care

First, my stove got turned up (hot)
Then my clothes got burned up (stop)
It's just a little bad luck acting silly at the club
What the kids call murder (pop pop pop)
Like a sex professor (oww)
And no I don't feel no pressure (no)
Got my ears to the streets for a trick and a treat
And a new investor

I was flying cross the land like Peter Pan
Eyes on the prize and a piece in my hand
With a little bit of bleach and some elbow grease
Trying to get that funk out the frying pan
But I just met her should get better
Cuz she's pulling out all the stops
Ain't nothing upstairs but a bucket and a prayer
And an illustrated book about dirty cops

Here we go again
Bad news is everywhere
Losing all my friends
They say I'm mad
But I don't care
Here we go again
Bad news is everywhere
Losing all my friends
They say I'm mad
But I don't care

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