Buddy Whittington
Buddy Whittington
Buddy Whittington
Buddy Whittington
Buddy Whittington
Buddy Whittington
Buddy Whittington
Buddy Whittington
Buddy Whittington
Too much of a good thing
Can't be good for me
Because I crave your sugar like a star-crossed sailor
Seeks shelter from a stormy sea
There ain't enough o' nothin' on
The big blue planet gonna save myself from me
Cause if the Good Lord ever made anything better
It's waitin' in eternity
Too much of a good thing
Too much of a good good thing
Too much of a good thing
Can't be good for me
I followed everything but the doctor's
Orders just lookin' for sweet relief
Tried everything sold over the counter
And a few from underneath
But I know deep down that there ain't
Enough o' nothin' gonna satisfy my weary soul
With one you done blew it cause a hundred won't do it
I got to have your lovin' to keep me whole
Too much of a good thing
Too much of a good good thing
Too much of a good thing
Can't be good for me
Well I tried everything in the medicine cabinet
Tryin' to fell my spirit fly
All the medications, pills and preparations
From the doctor and the other guy
I made every wrong turn till I eventually learned
And I'm beginnin' to get it right
I was an empty shell trudgin' through deep hell 'till
Your sweet love led me to the light
Too much of a good thing
Too much of a good good thing
Too much of a good thing
Can't be good for me