Letra de Makin' a Mess (2016 Remaster)
Oh yeah Alright Break it upT-bone Billy just a-singin' the blues He caught his lady with another man Lit up a smoke and did some talkin' With the back of his hand, smackShe started shakin', started losing her mind But he was kicking back and playing it cool Signed her walkin' papers Took the 5:15 to KalamazooSing for your supper Nobody rides for free Well, eat your heart out I'll send it C.O.D., yeahOne, two, baby, what you do Three, four, let me show you the door You're better off dead than a-makin' a mess of meFive, six, take your last licks Seven, eight, I'm gonna give it to you straight You're better off dead than a-makin' a mess of meNow Billy-boy's out havin' a ball He's playin' fiddle at the local bar Dark shades, cool kicks He's Hollywood BoulevardSlick daddy with his fat cigar He's sayin', "Sign upon the dotted line" He shook his head and said "All I need is that fiddle of mine, that's all"Sing for your supper Nobody rides for free Take your big time I'll take care of m-m-me, m-m-me, yeahOne, two, baby, what you do Three, four, let me show you the door You're better off dead than a-makin' a mess of meFive, six, take your last licks Seven, eight, I'm gonna give it to you straight You're better off dead than a-makin' a mess of meSay, trouble keeps knockin' My Billy keeps rockin' like this, huhIf you wanna be where the rock starts, yeahSing for your supper Nobody rides for free Take your big time I'll take care of m-m-me, m-m-me, m-m-me, yeahOne, two, baby, what you do Three, four, let me show you the door You're better off dead than a-makin' a mess of meFive, six, take your last licks Seven, eight, I'm gonna give it to you straight You're better off dead than a-makin' a mess of m-m-m-m-meOne, two, baby, what you do, whoa You're better off dead than a-makin' a mess of meFive, six, take your last licks You're better off dead than a-makin' a mess of, mess of, mess of me, yeahYou make a mess of me, it'll be the best mess you ever made, baby