Lyric Makin A Mess

(Bach, Bolan, Snake)
(3:38)

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 I ll send it C.O.D.
       
One, two baby what you do
Three, four let me show you the door
You re better off dead than makin a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks
Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
You re better off dead than makin a mess of me

Now Billy boy s out havin a ball playin fiddle at the local bar
Dark shades, cool kicks, he s Hollywood Blvd.
Slick daddy with 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, I ll take care of me
       
One, two baby what you do
Three, four let me show you the door
You re better off dead than makin a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks
Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
You re better off dead than makin a mess of me

When trouble come knockin
Billy keeps a rockin like this
       
(Solo)

Sing for your supper nobody rides for free
Eat your heart out I ll send it C.O.D.

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

One, two baby what you do
Three, four let me show you the door
You re better off dead than makin a mess of me
Five, six - (lick it!)
You re better off dead than makin a mess of me