Girl, you've never known no one like meUp there in your high societyThey might tell you I'm no goodGirl, they need to understandJust who I think I amI may be a real bad boyCome on, fellasI may drink too much and play too loudHang out with a rough and ratty crowdBut that don't mean I don't respect my mama or my uncle, SamYes, sir, yes, ma'amI may be a real bad boyBut baby, I'm a real bad boyI'm a real good manI might have a reckless streakAt least a country mile wideIf you're gonna run with meIt's gonna be a wild rideWhen it comes to loving youI've got velvet handsAnd I'll show you how a real bad boyCan be a real good manOh, yeahI'll take all the good times I can getI'll take all the good times I can getI'm too young for growing hushes, yeahAin't much I can promise youExcept to do the best I canHey, mama, I'll be damnedI may be a real bad boyBut baby, I'm a real good manI may be a real bad boyBut baby, I'm a real good manI may be a real bad boyBut baby, I'm a real good manI'll do anything to make you happyMama, yes I amMama, yes I amCome on!Don't stop!Don't stop!Don't stop!Don't stop!Thank you.