"What kind of s*** is this?" I said
And I got p***** off
And my face turned red
And that's the last thing I should have done
'Cause she left me,
And I said "What the hell is goin' on
Here?"
But sometimes you gotta do that kinda thing
When your love breaks down like a t*** in the rain
Even for my Baby
Who always called me "Daddy" when she came
Everybody
s***
f***
Son of a gun
And so I'm thinkin'
I'm not havin' very much fun
Here
And I get on the phone
And I call up a girl and say
"Oh, did I wake ya?"
s***
f***
Son of a gun
Up jump my Baby and she run, run run
But I guess she had to do that kind of thing
When our love broke down like a t*** in the rain
Even for my Baby
Who always called me "Daddy" when she came
And I got p***** off
And my face turned red
And that's the last thing I should have done
'Cause she left me,
And I said "What the hell is goin' on
Here?"
But sometimes you gotta do that kinda thing
When your love breaks down like a t*** in the rain
Even for my Baby
Who always called me "Daddy" when she came
Everybody
s***
f***
Son of a gun
And so I'm thinkin'
I'm not havin' very much fun
Here
And I get on the phone
And I call up a girl and say
"Oh, did I wake ya?"
s***
f***
Son of a gun
Up jump my Baby and she run, run run
But I guess she had to do that kind of thing
When our love broke down like a t*** in the rain
Even for my Baby
Who always called me "Daddy" when she came