Bad Boy

©1980 A.Gerber

He was born and raised in a run-down shack
His own mamma said “This child’s got a mean streak down his back”
He charmed the food from the mouths of his sisters and brothers
Had strange uncanny powers over others
Everything he wanted was just what he got
If you’re thinking of messing with him you’d better not

He’s got a hot line down below
Notches on his soul
He’ll wind you up and break you like a toy
He’s a bad bad boy. He’s a bad bad bad boy

By and by he called himself a preacher
He was an over-night sensation with a T.V. show
Words rolled off his lips like dripping honey honey
His congregation just seemed to grow and grow
No one saw the light, nobody was saved
They just emptied out their pockets screamed and raved

He’s got a hot line down below
Notches on his soul
He’ll wind you up and break you like a toy
He’s a bad bad boy. He’s a bad bad bad boy

He claims he’s raised the dead made saints of sinners
Changed born losers into stoned out winners
One thing for certain he really does
He makes things that is into things that was

He’s got a hot line down below
Notches on his soul
He’ll wind you up and break you like a toy
He’s a bad bad boy. He’s a bad bad bad boy

He’s gonna wind you up just to shake you down
He won’t just hurt you, he’ll make your whole world desert you
He’s bad, he’s a bad bad boy