Watts Da?
There's never a point
You cross someone's line in the sand
And they kick you out of the joint
Maybe you played the wrong song
On the juke
Maybe your breath made somebody's girl
Puke
I'm told that to get along
You've got to go along
I prefer to go it alone
Cause I'm bad to the bone
B-b-b-bad Etc.
When I arrive at a dive
I expect
Bad
Bad booze
Bad women
Bad manners and
Bad sex
Not necessarily in that order
you know that bad is just dab in reverse
Like Brylcreem a little dab will do ya
That dab will do you bad
Greasy hair and sweat stained pillows
That's what being bad gets you
Maybe a bottle of cheap, bad liquor
Will be enough for tonight
And I'll forget going out
I'd be lyin' if I said that the was any
Point to anything out here anyway
It's all nada
I think Ad Nauseam is misspelled it should be
Add Nausea and shake well after drinking too much
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