Bad Man Down

So you you tell me, why you always let me down?
 And you, you tell me, why you give me the run-around?
 There's no answer for half the things that you've done
 So just you remember that I'll always owe you one
 You're a badman
 One day, you'll realize just what you've done to me
 And one day, you'll realize what you've done to your family
 Yeah, you've gotta, gotta be the worse player in the league
 Everyone they know that you never buy a round
 You're a badman
 You treat your mother as bad, as bad could be
 You even pay your deadly debts out of the gas money
 You ain't got much ball control, your own biggest fan
 So just you remember you're a dirty, no good bad man
 You're a badman, you're a badman
 Go on, pinch your old man's money, go on
 Don't turn out for the football, you're a badman
 Leave your bird on her own, never tell her anything
 Never give her no money to buy either, you're a badman
 You're dirty, you're no good, you're a rotter
 And we all know that, you're a badman
 You're a badman