Paroles de la chanson One Bad Stud par The Blasters
Auteurs: Mike Stoller,Jerry Leiber
Editeurs: Sony Atv Music Publishing France,Sony Atv Tunes Llc
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Paroles de la chanson One Bad Stud par The Blasters
Well, one bad stud moved in my neighborhood
Well, one bad stud moved in my neighborhood
He's big and man I know, he ain't no good
He don't wear no hat and Lord, he don't wear no shoes
He don't wear no hat and Lord, he don't wear no shoes
He just hangs on the corner singing old country blues
Oh well, one bad stud
One bad stud
One bad stud
One bad stud
I said, one, one, one
One, one bad stud
If he likes your baby, you can kiss your baby goodbye
Well, one bad stud moved in my neighborhood
He's big and man I know, he ain't no good
He don't wear no hat and Lord, he don't wear no shoes
He don't wear no hat and Lord, he don't wear no shoes
He just hangs on the corner singing old country blues
Oh well, one bad stud
One bad stud
One bad stud
One bad stud
I said, one, one, one
One, one bad stud
If he likes your baby, you can kiss your baby goodbye
If he likes your baby, you can kiss your baby goodbye
'Cause the girls all love him like a schoolboy loves his pie
He loves his whiskey, he loves his rock 'n' rye
Yes, he loves his whiskey, he loves his rock 'n' rye
You know, it takes ten bottles to make that fool get high
Well, he stole ten dollars and they locked that cat in jail
Well, he stole ten dollars and they locked that cat in jail
He got my baby to come and pay his bail
He's got great big muscles, Lord, he looks like a bear
He's got great big muscles, Lord, he looks like a bear
'Cause the girls all love him like a schoolboy loves his pie
He loves his whiskey, he loves his rock 'n' rye
Yes, he loves his whiskey, he loves his rock 'n' rye
You know, it takes ten bottles to make that fool get high
Well, he stole ten dollars and they locked that cat in jail
Well, he stole ten dollars and they locked that cat in jail
He got my baby to come and pay his bail
He's got great big muscles, Lord, he looks like a bear
He's got great big muscles, Lord, he looks like a bear
When the cat gets nervous, you know, I won't be there
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