Makin' a Mess

Alright

Pick it up now, woo

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 super

But nobody rides for free

Well, 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 a-makin' a mess of me

Five, six, take your last licks

Seven, eight, I'm gonna give it to you straight

You're better off dead than a-makin' a mess of me

Now Billy-boy's out havin' a ball

He's playin' fiddle at the local bar

The 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's that fiddle of mine, that's all"

Sing for your super

Nobody rides for free

Take your big time, I'll take care of m-m-me, m-m-me, yeah

One, two, baby, what you do?

Three, four, let me show you the door

You're better off dead than a-makin' a mess of me

Five, six, take your last licks

Seven, eight, I'm gonna give it to you straight

You're better off dead than a-makin' a mess of me

Say, trouble keeps knockin'

My Billy keeps rockin' like this, huh

Get over here and sing like a rockstar, girl

Sing for your super

Nobody rides for free

Take your big time, I'll take care of m-m-me, m-m-me, m-m-me, yeah

One, two, baby, what you do?

Three, four, let me show you the door

You're better off dead than a-makin' a mess of me

Five, six, take your last licks

Seven, eight, I'm gonna give it to you straight

You're better off dead than a-makin' a mess of me

One, two, baby, what you do? Woah

You're better off dead than a-makin' a mess of me

Five, six, take your last licks

You're better off dead than a-makin' a mess of, mess of, mess of me, yeah

Make a mess of me, it'll be the best mess you ever made, baby