| Warren Zevon - Mr. Bad Example I started as an altar boy, working at the church Learning all my holy moves, doing some research Which led me to a cash box, labeled "Children's Fund" I'd leave the change, and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund I got a part-time job at my father's carpet store Laying tackless stripping, and housewives by the score I loaded up their furniture, and took it to Spokane And auctioned off every last naugahyde divan I'm very well aquainted with the seven deadly sins I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in I'm proud to be a glutton, and I don't have time for sloth I'm greedy, and I'm angry, and I don't care who I cross I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me I'll live to be a hundred, and go down in infamy Of course I went to law school and took a law degree And counseled all my clients to plead insanity Then worked in hair replacement, swindling the bald Where very few are chosen, and fewer still are called Then on to Monte Carlo to play chemin de fer I threw away the fortune I made transplanting hair I put my last few francs down on a prostitute Who took me up to her room to perform the flag salute Whereupon I stole her passport and her wig And headed for the airport and the midnight flight, you dig? And fourteen hours later I was down in Adelaide Looking through the want ads sipping Fosters in the shade I opened up an agency somewhere down ... |
