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, no, no I better pray to God As my lawyer says But the bigger her take 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 A fat man, yeah, a fat man A fat man all around my ? little body Big city, save my mind More heavy they are more groundy I feel Fat man, big city Get flesh, meat meal Meat steaks for a flesh deal Meat 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 couldn't get one Wow I gonna spend the night And don't ask me with who The great and delicious full fat bloody bull A brand of big pig will be alright woo A, ah, a big pig, ah Big city, I feel so muddy Big city, save my mind! Big city, makes me so muddy Fat man, save my mind!
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Credits
- Writers
- Fred Chichin
- Catherine Ringer