Bad Boy
Jimi Jamison
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Bad boy, bad boy,
Well he lived around the corner,
Just a couple of blocks away,
We went to school together nearly every day,
Used to have to really move my feet,
Cost me a nickel just to cross the street,
Bad boy, bad boy.
He was big and I was small,
But that didn't make no difference at all,
He could scare you to death with the look in his eye,
Don't want no part of this guy,
He was a mean one, bad son-of-a-gun.
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It was a bad day when I crossed his way,
Bad boy, bad boy.