I’d rather be an outlaw Than to be a drag queen’s knave I read the ads for lovers But all they want are slaves
I’d rather be an artist If they’d let me paint the town I’d even be a fireman If they’d let me burn it down
But when I popped the question I softly heard’em say Don’t go lookin’ for trouble It’ll find you anyway
I’d rather been an Indian Than to be the general’s boy It’s one thing to be a target Quite another to be a toy
I’d rather be the doctor Than to be the dead man’s nurse I ain’t got his patience But I know right where it hurts
But when I pulled my pants down You could barely hear’em say Don’t go lookin’ for trouble It’ll find you anyway
Hamlet came to see me And he offered me the cup I said, you must be kiddin’, Ham Things are startin’ to look up
He just sat there grinnin’ Poured it back into the flask Said, anytime you need it, Dan Just ask
But when I popped the question You could barely him say Don’t go lookin’ for trouble It will find you anyway
Now you can be an outlaw You can be a hero, too You can be anything you want If it means that much to you But if you’re on the corner Hustlin’ for a crumb They know your need They’ll make you bleed Before they sell you some
And when you pop the question You will hear them say Don’t go lookin’ for trouble It will find you anywayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
