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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kitty, Daisy & Lewis
Group
Adam Klemens
Conductor
Al Macaulay
Drums
FILMharmonic Orchestra Prague
Orchestra
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BarryBentlerDavis
Composer
BÄRI
Songwriter
Bentler
Composer
Davis
Lyrics
Dickon Hinchliffe
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
G Durham
Producer
David Donnelly
Mastering Engineer
L Durham
Producer
Brian McNelis
Executive Producer
Budd Carr
Executive Producer
Gary Chester
Mixing Engineer
Joel Hopkins
Executive Producer
Lynda Karr
Graphic Design
Michael A. Hill
Music Supervisor
Nicola Usborne
Executive Producer
Nora Felder
Executive Producer
Philip Bagenal
Recording Engineer
Skip Williamson
Executive Producer
Stephanie Mente
Creative Director
Tim Perell
Executive Producer
Lyrics
I'm a guy that likes his fun
And when I fight, you'd better run
I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun
I'm goin' down in a middle of town
I'm goin' to shoot the first man down
I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun
My skin is hot as leather I'm as tough as any man
When I have to shave myself, I use an old tin can
I wash my face in boilin' wax and scrub myself with gunny sacks
I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun
I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean
I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun
Well, I was raised on tiger's milk
I drink corn liquor and I smoke corn silk
I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun
I chew up tin and I spit out nails
I sleep on snakes with ten-foot tails
I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun
I started feelin' frisky
And I danced the other night
I fell so good, I took my gun and shot out ev'ry light
And now the Sheriff said, get out off town
Take him six feet underground
I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun
I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean
I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun
I throwed my saddle on a grizzly bear
Then I crawled bare-handed in his mountain lair
I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun
I cut my hair on a choppin' block
And when I chopped, the mountains rocked
I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun
I tangled with a wild cat, just to prove that I was stout
Reached down his throat and grabbed his tail, then turned him inside out
Where I was raised, it's so darn tough
I had to leave, it got so rough
I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun
Well, I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean
I'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun
Writer(s): J. Venneri
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