S.O.S (Too Bad)

Stage coach lady hourglass body,
Makin' things glow in the night.
Well she would if she could,
And she'd be good if she would,
Only be a lover she'd be out tonight.
'Cause I'm a bad a lonely school-boy and I'm a rat,
And it's too bad can't get me none of that.

Salt Lake City salt lickin' biddies bogus honey stinkin' of gin.
Well my daddy was hard his face was pretty scarred from kickin' ass,
And playin' poker to win.
'Cause I'm a bad lonely school-boy and I'm a rat,
And it's too bad can't get me none of that.

It's too bad.

It's too bad can't get me none of that.

Loose old lady my mama Katy chivalry was born at her feet.
Well she shoulda thought twice when pa shot his dice,
The night she put my daddy to sleep.
'Cause I'm a bad lonely school-boy and I'm a rat,
It's too bad can't get me none of that.
It's too bad Lord it's too bad.
I said it's too bad Lord it's too bad.
I said it's too bad it's too bad.
You know it's too bad it's too bad.

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source: Songteksten.nl

lead vocals: Steven Tyler
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Language: english