Hey can I tell you a little story About a bad man looking for glory Oh he wasn’t such a bad man But he kindly let his fame seep into his brain
Hey can I tell you a little secret You see the bad man he was a lot like me Oh he had a little wisdom But he traded it away for a fifteen-minute reign
Bad man walking Bad man Bad tongue talking
Hey can you spare a little sympathy ‘Cause right now I think it’s what I really need Oh do you think you really know yourself Are you sure what you might do if the choice was up to you