Makin’ a Mess (Remastered)

Lyrics

Oh yeah, alright T-bone Billy just a singin' the blues He caught his lady with another man Lit up a smoke and did some talkin' With the back of his hand Smack She started shakin', started losing her mind But he was kicking back and playing it cool Signed her walkin' papers Took the 5:15 to Kalamazoo Sing for your supper Nobody rides for free Eat your heart out, I'll send it C.O.D One, two, baby what you do Three, four, let me show you the door You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me Five, six, take your last licks Seven, eight, let me give it to you straight You're better off dead than makin a mess of me Now Billy-boy's out havin' a ball playin' fiddle at the local bar Dark shades, cool kicks, he's Hollywood Blvd Slick Daddy with his fat cigar he's sayin': "Sign upon the dotted line" He shook his head and said: "All I need is that fiddle of mine" Sing for your supper Nobody rides for free Take your big time, I'll take care of me, me, yeah One, two, baby what you do Three, four, let me show you the door You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me Five, six, take your last licks Seven, eight, let me give it to you straight You're better off dead than makin a mess of me I said, trouble came knockin' But Billy keeps rockin' like this Sing for your supper Nobody rides for free Take your big time, I'll take care of me, me, yeah One, two, baby what you do Three, four, let me show you the door You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me Five, six, take your last licks Seven, eight, let me give it to you straight You're better off dead than makin a mess of me One, two, baby what you do You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me Five, six, take your last licks (Lick it) Seven, eight, let me give it to you straight You're better off dead than makin a mess of me Make a mess of me and it will be The best mess you ever make baby