I know where you're going to drink your glass of wine

I know where you're going to drink your glass of wine

Your bad deeds, mama, are messing with my mind

I bring home the bacon, you feed me table crumbs

I bring home the bacon, and you feed me table crumbs

Your bad deeds, mama, is how you have your fun

Oh, you school me like a teacher, you put me through hell

I ain't no genius, but I learned my lesson well

Come on!

Woman, I'll be leaving while I still got time

Woman, I'll be leaving while I still got time

I'd rather visit your grave than to have you visit mine

I'd rather visit your grave than to have you visit mine

You got your bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, your bad deeds, mama, yeah

You got your bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, your bad deeds

Alright now, you got your bad, bad

Bad, bad, bad, your bad deeds, mama

Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad