They got together on the day before the day he was born
The day before the shortest day of the year
There was the chef, the singer, the sly guitar slinger
The painter with replaceable ear
They paid tribute to a man they didn't claim to understand
He left a hole iin every soul way bigger than the canyon grand
He was a cipher, a snake
A charmer on the make
And he would take until he gave
Sure he was slick but he was brave
He was a sage , a player
Bitumunous layer
Wasn't good the way they say
He was bad He was bad He was bad
They poured one out to get started, they feIt so broken hearted
It's hard to face the carnal in the sun
And though they knew that he'd been greedy
They'd all been kind of needy
Every one of them believed they truly were the one
They talked date overlaps
Years with great big gaps
But like a counterfeit bill and Elvis he kept coming back
Until push came to shove
Somebody moved or fell in love
He had this ESP for knowing which that it would be
And he just kept on keeping on
His list of contacts growing long
And there were girls from Z to A
He wasn't good the way they say
He was bad He was bad He was bad
And the room it kept on filling with the women he'd been thrilling since
Way back there in the 80s willing gals and waiting ladies
Some were sweet and some were bitches
They all let him in their britches
And they came to celebrate him
Did one ever merely date him?
And the world it swirled around them one more time he did astound them
With the feeling of perfection mixed with ultimate rejection
And they raised a glass and claimed they'd never felt so all alone
Until they heard from someone's bag the ringing of
A telephone
They take the freeway north and south, now they each feel so emptied out
The disconnection from desire is complete
And this one swoops over Mullholland, she's as high as Judy Garland
With L.A. at her back the valley at her feet
He was the same as desert weather, he held it all together
Dry and gritty with a chill but he wished nobody ill
He was pure Play it As it Lays and he was sure as glory days
The ones they thought would never end beneath it all he was a friend
Who found a way not to be sad at all the love he could've had
He wasn't good the way they say, he was bad"
Amy Rigby - Bad In A Good Way Lyrics
Amy Rigby - Bad In A Good Way Lyrics
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They got together on the day before the day he was born
The day before the shortest day of the year
There was the chef, the singer, the sly guitar slinger
The painter with replaceable ear
They paid tribute to a man they didn't claim to understand
He left a hole iin every soul way bigger than the canyon grand
He was a cipher, a snake
A charmer on the make
And he would take until he gave
Sure he was slick but he was brave
He was a sage , a player
Bitumunous layer
Wasn't good the way they say
He was bad He was bad He was bad
They poured one out to get started, they feIt so broken hearted
It's hard to face the carnal in the sun
And though they knew that he'd been greedy
They'd all been kind of needy
Every one of them believed they truly were the one
They talked date overlaps
Years with great big gaps
But like a counterfeit bill and Elvis he kept coming back
Until push came to shove
Somebody moved or fell in love
He had this ESP for knowing which that it would be
And he just kept on keeping on
His list of contacts growing long
And there were girls from Z to A
He wasn't good the way they say
He was bad He was bad He was bad
And the room it kept on filling with the women he'd been thrilling since
Way back there in the 80s willing gals and waiting ladies
Some were sweet and some were bitches
They all let him in their britches
And they came to celebrate him
Did one ever merely date him?
And the world it swirled around them one more time he did astound them
With the feeling of perfection mixed with ultimate rejection
And they raised a glass and claimed they'd never felt so all alone
Until they heard from someone's bag the ringing of
A telephone
They take the freeway north and south, now they each feel so emptied out
The disconnection from desire is complete
And this one swoops over Mullholland, she's as high as Judy Garland
With L.A. at her back the valley at her feet
He was the same as desert weather, he held it all together
Dry and gritty with a chill but he wished nobody ill
He was pure Play it As it Lays and he was sure as glory days
The ones they thought would never end beneath it all he was a friend
Who found a way not to be sad at all the love he could've had
He wasn't good the way they say, he was bad"
The day before the shortest day of the year
There was the chef, the singer, the sly guitar slinger
The painter with replaceable ear
They paid tribute to a man they didn't claim to understand
He left a hole iin every soul way bigger than the canyon grand
He was a cipher, a snake
A charmer on the make
And he would take until he gave
Sure he was slick but he was brave
He was a sage , a player
Bitumunous layer
Wasn't good the way they say
He was bad He was bad He was bad
They poured one out to get started, they feIt so broken hearted
It's hard to face the carnal in the sun
And though they knew that he'd been greedy
They'd all been kind of needy
Every one of them believed they truly were the one
They talked date overlaps
Years with great big gaps
But like a counterfeit bill and Elvis he kept coming back
Until push came to shove
Somebody moved or fell in love
He had this ESP for knowing which that it would be
And he just kept on keeping on
His list of contacts growing long
And there were girls from Z to A
He wasn't good the way they say
He was bad He was bad He was bad
And the room it kept on filling with the women he'd been thrilling since
Way back there in the 80s willing gals and waiting ladies
Some were sweet and some were bitches
They all let him in their britches
And they came to celebrate him
Did one ever merely date him?
And the world it swirled around them one more time he did astound them
With the feeling of perfection mixed with ultimate rejection
And they raised a glass and claimed they'd never felt so all alone
Until they heard from someone's bag the ringing of
A telephone
They take the freeway north and south, now they each feel so emptied out
The disconnection from desire is complete
And this one swoops over Mullholland, she's as high as Judy Garland
With L.A. at her back the valley at her feet
He was the same as desert weather, he held it all together
Dry and gritty with a chill but he wished nobody ill
He was pure Play it As it Lays and he was sure as glory days
The ones they thought would never end beneath it all he was a friend
Who found a way not to be sad at all the love he could've had
He wasn't good the way they say, he was bad"
Writer: AMELIA MC MAHON RIGBY
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing