BADMAN Ever been at work and daydreamed about being somewhere else? Here’s a song whose narrator is dreaming he’s in the old Wild West but there’s a twist.
Sal Belloise - Music and Lyrics
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BADMAN Ever been at work and daydreamed about being somewhere else? Here’s a song whose narrator is dreaming he’s in the old Wild West but there’s a twist.
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I WANT TO BE A BADMAN
I WANT TO RIDE A BLACK HORSE
STRAP SILVER SPURS UPON MY HEELS
I WANT TO ROB A FAT BANK
THEN RIDE INTO THE SUNSET
WITH THE POSSE CLOSING ON MY TRAIL
I WANT TO SEE MY BAD FACE
ON A WANTED POSTER
JUST BRING ME IN DEAD OR ALIVE
THROW DOWN A SHOT OF WHISKEY
JUST TO WASH THE DUST DOWN
THEN HEAD FOR THE HILLS WHERE BAD MEN HIDE
BUT EVERYDAY I RIDE THE BUS TO WORK
I SIT AND DAYDREAM AT MY DESK
STARING AT PICTURES IN SOME MAGAZINE
ABOUT THE WILD WILD WEST
I WANT TO BE A BADMAN
RIDING THROUGH A SMALL TOWN
FOLKS SAY MY NAME THEN LOOK AWAY
I’M GONNA CALL THE SHERIFF
OUT INTO THE NOON SUN
I’LL JERK MY GUN AND MAKE HIM PAY
SO I WANT TO BE A BADMAN
THAT’S WHY I WEAR A BLACK HAT
I GO TO BED WITH MY BOOTS ON
BUT MY HORSE IS JUST A DESK CHAIR
THAT I RIDE AROUND THE OFFICE
I CAN’T ESCAPE MY BORING LIFE
BUT EVERYDAY I RIDE THE BUS TO WORK
I SIT AND DAYDREAM AT MY DESK
STARING AT PICTURS IN SOME MAGAZINE
ABOUT THE WILD WILD WEST
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