The Ballad Of Tommy Boy Lyrics

He ain't got no time for no Sunday morning church
Oh Lord he's still got some money left to spend
He's been thrown out of every bar with nowhere left to go
Tommy boy don't forget what you've was told,
Pick up all your shit and go on home

He's out there running around with the married girls in town
But he ain't the one to blame
With a busted face, a broken nose, and a dislocated jaw
Tommy boy don't forget what you've was told,
Pick up your shit and go on home

That tommy boy he'll never learn
Running around all those loose women he's going
To get what he deserves now

I know your game when you throw those pearly whites
But don't go around fucking whit my wife
Oh Tommy boy, don't play with fire cause
you're bound to get burned
don't you make your mama bury her only son

it ain't my fault that all them ladies all dig me
I'm a show man baby just look at me
I got a fancy brand new car and some shiny
diamond rings
Tommy boy riding in his Cadillac depending on
A hound dog to watch his back

The problem here ain't mine, but maybe it's all yours
Cause if she wants to fuck with me it's cause you don't satisfy her
And fighting's all that pee-brain of yours knows how to do
So control your trick cause I don't want to fight no more


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