S.O.S. (too bad)

Stage coach lady, hour glass body

makin things glow in the night.

Well, she would if she could, and she'd be good if she would

only be a lover, she'd be out tonight.

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Cause I'm a bad, lonely school boy,

and I'm a rat.

And it's too bad; can't get me none o' that!

Salt Lake City, salt lickin biddies,

bogus honey stinkin of gin.

Well, my daddy was hard; his face was pretty scarred

from kickin ass and playin poker to win.

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Loose old lady, my mama Katy,

chivalry was born at her feet.

Well, she should a thought twice when Pa shot his dice

the night she put my daddy to sleep.

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It's too bad; Lord it's too bad.

I said it's.... (repeat and fade)