Lirik Lagu Makin´ A Mess - Skid Row
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T-bone Billy just a singin' the bluesCaught his lady with another manLit up a smoke and did some talkin'With the back of his hand
She started shakin', started losing her mindBut he was kicking back and playing it coolSigned her walkin' papersTook the 5:15 to Kalamazoo
Sing for your supper,Nobody rides for freeEat your heart out, I'll send it C.O.D.
One, two baby what you doThree, four let me show you the doorYou're better off dead than makin' a mess of meFive, six take your last licksSeven, eight let me give it to you straightYou're better off dead than makin a mess of me
Now Billy-boy's out havin' a ball playin' fiddle at the local barDark shades, cool kicks, he's Hollywood Blvd.Slick Daddy and his fat cigar sayin':"Sign upon the dotted line!"He shook his head and said:"All I need is that fiddle of mine!"
Sing for your supper,Nobody rides for freeTake your big time, I'll take care of me
One, two baby what you doThree, four let me show you the doorYou're better off dead than makin' a mess of meFive, six take your last licksSeven, eight let me give it to you straightYou're better off dead than makin a mess of me
When trouble came knockin'Billy kep-a-rockin' like this...
Sing for your supper,Nobody rides for freeEat your heart out, I'll send it C.O.D.
One, two baby what you doThree, four let me show you the doorYou're better off dead than makin' a mess of meFive, six take your last licksSeven, eight let me give it to you straightYou're better off dead than makin a mess of me
One, two baby what you doThree, four let me show you the doorYou're better off dead than makin' a mess of meFive, six take your last licks (lick it)Seven, eight let me give it to you straightYou're better off dead than makin a mess of me
She started shakin', started losing her mindBut he was kicking back and playing it coolSigned her walkin' papersTook the 5:15 to Kalamazoo
Sing for your supper,Nobody rides for freeEat your heart out, I'll send it C.O.D.
One, two baby what you doThree, four let me show you the doorYou're better off dead than makin' a mess of meFive, six take your last licksSeven, eight let me give it to you straightYou're better off dead than makin a mess of me
Now Billy-boy's out havin' a ball playin' fiddle at the local barDark shades, cool kicks, he's Hollywood Blvd.Slick Daddy and his fat cigar sayin':"Sign upon the dotted line!"He shook his head and said:"All I need is that fiddle of mine!"
Sing for your supper,Nobody rides for freeTake your big time, I'll take care of me
One, two baby what you doThree, four let me show you the doorYou're better off dead than makin' a mess of meFive, six take your last licksSeven, eight let me give it to you straightYou're better off dead than makin a mess of me
When trouble came knockin'Billy kep-a-rockin' like this...
Sing for your supper,Nobody rides for freeEat your heart out, I'll send it C.O.D.
One, two baby what you doThree, four let me show you the doorYou're better off dead than makin' a mess of meFive, six take your last licksSeven, eight let me give it to you straightYou're better off dead than makin a mess of me
One, two baby what you doThree, four let me show you the doorYou're better off dead than makin' a mess of meFive, six take your last licks (lick it)Seven, eight let me give it to you straightYou're better off dead than makin a mess of me
