Well Christmas time is the time to be good But baby, I'm a bad bad kid A stocking full of kerosene, matches, and wood ’Cause baby, I'm a bad bad kid Government surveillance since I started to walk Ain't no telling what I did I like to think I’m just misunderstood But you know I'm just a bad bad kid
Daddy told Momma last Christmas Eve You know, we got a bad bad kid He's got a black leather jacket and a real mean streak I guess he's just a bad bad kid He knocked off a Macy's and my uncle's antiques Hocked him for forty-nine quid He's on a one-way ticket down a dead-end street 'Cause Momma, he’s a bad bad kid
I can’t help it I was born like this A permanent spot on the naughty list I never get a present, Santa's scratching his head How'd a little fella get so mislead?
I can't help it I was born like this A permanent spot on the naughty list I never get apresent, Santa's scratchin’ his head How'd a little fella get so mislead?
In the downtown store on a silent night Holding onto Momma's hand In the toy department, people waiting in line Looking to meet the fat man Old Kringle felt a tingle running up his spine He saw me, then he run and hid Santa heard his own name ended up on a list It was written by a bad bad kid You don't mess with a bad bad kid You don't mess with a bad bad kidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
