Lyrics

[Intro] No matter what people say, these songs this way Come from your boss DJ Don The telephone keeps ringing, so I ripped it off the wall I cut myself while shaving, now I can't make a call Now I got a headache, or maybe it's the tooth (I'm in the know) Things couldn't get much worse, I gots to tell the truth Though it couldn't get much worse But if they could, they would But the best expect the worst I hope that's understood I just run out of milk, there's no paper in the loo Now it started raining, lightning, thunder too I now begin to wondеr, "How bad can it get?" A brother comes in through my door, nicks my TV sеt So I light up a cigarette, listen to some sounds I set my house on fire, burnt it to the ground Couldn't get much worse But if they could, they would But the best expect the worst I hope that's understood Now I got a cold sore My brother's on the run I might have a change in luck Before my day is done Couldn't get much worse But if they could, they would But the best expect the worst I hope that's understood ... B I G ...but you can't see ...B A D ...B A D ...record, and I'm off the sonar It will be blacker It will be whiter You will be glad you dynamite, oh Yeah, all day Turn it up Full blast, this one The telephone keeps ringing, so I ripped it off the wall I cut myself while shaving, now I can't make a call Now I got a headache, or maybe it's the tooth (I'm in the know) Things couldn't get much worse, I gots to tell the truth Though it couldn't get much worse But if they could, they would But the best to expect the worst I hope that's understood ... B I G ...but you can't see ...B A D ...B A D ...record, and I'm off the sonar It will be blacker It will be whiter You will be glad you dynamite, oh