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Versuri Makin' a mess
- Skid Row

trimise de ObodaiObodai.

T-bone billy just a singin the blues
Caught his lady with another man
Lit up a smoke and did some talkin
With the back of his hand.

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 supper,
Nobody rides for free
Eat your heart out, Ill send it c. o. d.

One, two baby what you do
Three, four let me show you the door
Youre better off dead than makin a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks
Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
Youre better off dead than makin a mess of me.

Now billy-boys out havin a ball playin fiddle at the local bar
Dark shades, cool kicks, hes 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 free
Take your big time, Ill take care of me.

One, two baby what you do

Three, four let me show you the door
Youre better off dead than makin a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks
Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
Youre 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 free
Eat your heart out, Ill send it c. o. d.

One, two baby what you do
Three, four let me show you the door
Youre better off dead than makin a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks
Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
Youre better off dead than makin a mess of me.

One, two baby what you do
Three, four let me show you the door
Youre better off dead than makin a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks (lick it)
Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
Youre better off dead than makin a mess of me