The Fratellies Flathead Lyrics

Well, just because she feeds me well
And she made me talk dirty in a pink hotel
It doesn't mean she's got eyes for me
She might just want my bones, you see
And hey, Flathead, don't you get mean
She's the second best killer that I ever have seen
They don't come much more sick than you
I could go on, if you want me to
It's just so wrong so very nice
And I told you once and you killed me twice
Saw you one time at the back of the club
Chewing on glass and a ticket stub
Still I heard you kicked the boy till he bled
And you stood and said, "Oh my god," 'til she said,

"Bada bap bada da da da bada bap bada da da da..."

Well, everybody knows you're the one to call
When the girls get ugly 'round the back of the wall
Josephine says you got a bleedin' nose
Taking it with her wherever she goes
And hey, Flathead, don't check me in
Well, hers is a tonic and mine is a gin
They don't come much more slick than you
I'd drive your car if you ask me to
Said the boy's not right in the head
And you stood and got a-kickin' instead 'til she said,

"Bada bap bada da da bada bap bada da da da..."

And she said the boy's not right in the head
And you stood and said, "Oh my god," 'til she said,

"Bada bap bada da da bada bap bada da da da..."