Bad for Business - Lyrics
Verse1
I hear you cluckin', big chicken of the south
every dog has his day, every dog has his house
there's a million ways to nowhere, but only a few will make you proud
there's a lesson in here somewhere, like "3 strikes and yer out"
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but the Great Professor Hubbard, spoke of the Night People crowd
the 18 hour day, the 83cent route
the Americana Dream, this open highway
They'd rather love the work their paid
Instead of any other handout
CHORUS
but this Exclusive Club -> "It's bad for business"
this Controversial vote -> "It's bad for business"
this honor code -> "It's bad for business" - we all know
VERSE2
Ain't talkin "L Ron Hubbard", that guy's a frickin' wacko
but Ray Wylie Hubbard, owner of all the Texas shadows
Cuz there's a shift in your blood, like some wacky tobacco'y
when you overthrow the mud
and take a chance on a Hello
CHORUS
but this Exclusive Club -> "It's bad for business"
this Controversial vote -> "It's bad for business"
this song that we wrote -> "It's bad for business" - we all know
A lot of white-ness in the witness, like every Christmas, in Mexico
BRIDGE (repeat)
Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead
So small, off with his head
VERSE3
I hear you cluckin', big chicken of the south
every dog has his day, every dog has his house
there's a million ways to nowhere, but only a few will make you proud
there's a lesson in here somewhere, like "3 strikes and yer out"