Bad for Business - Lyrics

Verse1

I hear you cluckin', big chicken of the south

every dog has his day, every dog has his house

there's a million ways to nowhere, but only a few will make you proud

there's a lesson in here somewhere, like "3 strikes and yer out"

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but the Great Professor Hubbard, spoke of the Night People crowd

the 18 hour day, the 83cent route

the Americana Dream, this open highway

They'd rather love the work their paid

Instead of any other handout

CHORUS

but this Exclusive Club -> "It's bad for business"

this Controversial vote -> "It's bad for business"

this honor code -> "It's bad for business" - we all know

VERSE2

Ain't talkin "L Ron Hubbard", that guy's a frickin' wacko

but Ray Wylie Hubbard, owner of all the Texas shadows

Cuz there's a shift in your blood, like some wacky tobacco'y

when you overthrow the mud

and take a chance on a Hello

CHORUS

but this Exclusive Club -> "It's bad for business"

this Controversial vote -> "It's bad for business"

this song that we wrote -> "It's bad for business" - we all know

 A lot of white-ness in the witness, like every Christmas, in Mexico

BRIDGE (repeat)

Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead

So small, off with his head

VERSE3

I hear you cluckin', big chicken of the south

every dog has his day, every dog has his house

there's a million ways to nowhere, but only a few will make you proud

there's a lesson in here somewhere, like "3 strikes and yer out"