American Dad - Bad, bad, bad...bad, bad boy | Текст песни

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Steve: I'm the one they call a mystery
Francine: They?
Steve: I'm the one they call insane, oh
Ain't no other way I'm meant to be
I want this, gimme that
Francine: Are we to blame? Oh, no
Steve: If I told you once I told you twice
I'll never be a saint
Daddy, no
Mommy, no
Ain't no saint
Bad, bad, bad...bad, bad, boy
Back up singers: We want it, we want it
And you're paying for it
Steve: I'm no good
So bring me toys
Back up singers: I want it, I want it
Don't appreciate it
Steve: I know what's coming and I see the way
Back up singers: He gets whatever he wants
Steve: Ain't no other way to go
Back up singers: Don't you ever tell him no
Steve: When I want it, you buy it for me
Back up singers: We got you in our aim, so pony up the dough
Francine: Steve, you're the worst.
Steve: You want the worst?
Well, you gon' see the worst
Cause I'm the best
The best at being worst

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