Gettin’ Good at Bein’ Bad
Jeff Daniels
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I started out young, smoking cigarettes
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I was the Marlboro Man, ‘cause he was as good as it gets,
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He died of cancer with a lot of regrets but I kept right on smoking ‘cause I didn’t.
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Alcoholically speaking, I had nothing to fear, until one hot summer’s day I had an ice cold beer.
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Then I had me another, got a third right here—next thing I know there’s a drunk in my mirror.
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Gettin’ good at bein’ bad, had me some trouble with the trouble I’ve had.
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Get so happy then I get so sad, gettin’ good at bein’ bad.
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Next I had me a puff of that marijuana, can’t say no when you know you wanna
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Turned my mind into mush like I was sittin’ in a sauna, contemplating the meaning of Madonna
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Next a friend of mine slipped me some LSD, “Here, swallow this, you won’t believe what you see.”
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Twenty minutes later I thought I was a tree and all of my leaves were laughing at me.
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Gettin’ good at bein’ bad, had me some trouble with the trouble I’ve had.
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Get so happy then I get so sad, gettin’ good at bein’ bad.
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And those of you out there, cleaner than a whistle, straighter than an incoming nuclear missile
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You don’t imbibe, won’t partake, and think those who do make a big mistake.
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You’re high and mighty, holier than thou, you’re lookin’ down your nose at what I’m talking about.
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Go ahead, roll your eyes, refuse to listen, but between you and me you don’t know what you’re missing
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Well, the older I get the more pain I have to kill, so I went to my doctor, he prescribed me some
pills.
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“Take 22 tablets 12 times a day” – now pharmaceutically-speaking, I’m doing A-OK.
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My TV told me that if I took Cialis, I could turn my bedroom into a sexual palace
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Sure, enough, like wild horses you couldn’t corral us, I was the Marquis de Sade and
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She was Debbie doing Dallas.
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Gettin’ good at bein’ bad, had me some trouble with the trouble I’ve had.
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Get so happy then I get so sad, gettin’ good at bein’ bad.
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Just this morning, got me a serious jones, made me quiver all over till it rattled my bones.
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Just when I thought I was out of luck, I looked up and seen me a Starbucks.
(Don’t think they ain’t lacing that shit with something.)
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Gettin’ good at bein’ bad, had me some trouble with the trouble I’ve had.
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Get so happy then I get so sad, gettin’ good at bein’ bad.