makin' a mess

• [bach, bolan, snake]
  
  t-bone billy just a singin' the blues
  caught his lady with another man
  lit up a smoke and did some talkin'
  with the back of his hand
  
  she started shakin', started losing her mind
  but he was kicking back and playing it cool
  signed her walkin' papers
  took the 5:15 to kalamazoo
  
  sing for your supper,
  nobody rides for free
  eat your heart out, i'll send it c.o.d.
  
  one, two baby what you do
  three, four let me show you the door
  you're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
  five, six take your last licks
  seven, eight let me give it to you straight
  you're better off dead than makin a mess of me
  
  now billy-boy's out havin' a ball playin' fiddle at the local bar
  dark shades, cool kicks, he's hollywood blvd.
  slick daddy and his fat cigar sayin':
  "sign upon the dotted line!"
  he shook his head and said:
  "all i need is that fiddle of mine!"
  
  sing for your supper,
  nobody rides for free
  take your big time, i'll take care of me
  
  one, two baby what you do
  three, four let me show you the door
  you're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
  five, six take your last licks
  seven, eight let me give it to you straight
  you're better off dead than makin a mess of me
  
  when trouble came knockin'
  billy kep-a-rockin' like this...
  
  sing for your supper,
  nobody rides for free
  eat your heart out, i'll send it c.o.d.
  
  one, two baby what you do
  three, four let me show you the door
  you're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
  five, six take your last licks
  seven, eight let me give it to you straight
  you're better off dead than makin a mess of me
  
  one, two baby what you do
  three, four let me show you the door
  you're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
  five, six take your last licks (lick it)
  seven, eight let me give it to you straight
  you're better off dead than makin a mess of me