Baddie's bound by ancient codes of decency and secrecy
He understands about stabbing backs and shaking hands
So if or when you're behind bars or in front of them as you are
Look out for the man who'll bum your wife and then shake your hand
Oh, you've been here before
You fell in love and carried her over the threshold
Thinking, she's far too good looking to do the cooking
Now, but that's twenty years ago, twenty years ago
That's a lousy life for the washed-up wife of a permanently plastered
Pissed-up bastard
Lousy life for the washed-up wife of a permanently plastered
Pissed-up bastard
Lousy life for the washed-up wife of a permanently plastered
Pissed-up bastard
Lousy life, lousy life
Kid was singing, "Will I ever be free, does this town hold no more for me?"
Club Tropicana the drinks are free, stick one in his face for me
Baddie's bound, Baddie, Baddie, to decency and secrecy
Baddie's bound, bound, yeah
Oh, well, you've been here before
Fell in love and carried her over the threshold
Just thinking, she's far too good looking to do the cooking
Oh but that was twenty years ago, twenty years ago
That's a lousy life for the washed-up wife of a permanently plastered
Pissed-up bastard
Lousy life for the washed-up wife of a permanently plastered
Pissed-up bastard
A lousy life for the washed-up wife of a permanently plastered
Pissed up bastard
Lousy life, lousy life
A kid was singing, "Will I ever be free, does this town hold no more for me?"
Club Tropicana the drinks are free, stick one in his face for me, for me
Baddie, Baddie's bound
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Baddie's bound, yeah, Baddie, decency and secrecy