[Intro]
No matter what people say, these songs this way
Come from your boss DJ Don
The telephone keeps ringing, so I ripped it off the wall
I cut myself while shaving, now I can't make a call
Now I got a headache, or maybe it's the tooth (I'm in the know)
Things couldn't get much worse, I gots to tell the truth
Though it couldn't get much worse
But if they could, they would
But the best expect the worst
I hope that's understood
I just run out of milk, there's no paper in the loo
Now it started raining, lightning, thunder too
I now begin to wondеr, "How bad can it get?"
A brother comes in through my door, nicks my TV sеt
So I light up a cigarette, listen to some sounds
I set my house on fire, burnt it to the ground
Couldn't get much worse
But if they could, they would
But the best expect the worst
I hope that's understood
Now I got a cold sore
My brother's on the run
I might have a change in luck
Before my day is done
Couldn't get much worse
But if they could, they would
But the best expect the worst
I hope that's understood
... B I G
...but you can't see
...B A D
...B A D
...record, and I'm off the sonar
It will be blacker
It will be whiter
You will be glad you dynamite, oh
Yeah, all day
Turn it up
Full blast, this one
The telephone keeps ringing, so I ripped it off the wall
I cut myself while shaving, now I can't make a call
Now I got a headache, or maybe it's the tooth (I'm in the know)
Things couldn't get much worse, I gots to tell the truth
Though it couldn't get much worse
But if they could, they would
But the best to expect the worst
I hope that's understood
... B I G
...but you can't see
...B A D
...B A D
...record, and I'm off the sonar
It will be blacker
It will be whiter
You will be glad you dynamite, oh