Girl, you've never known no one like me
Up there in your high society
They might tell you I'm no good
Girl, they need to understand
Just who I think I am
I may be a real bad boy
Come on, fellas
I may drink too much and play too loud
Hang out with a rough and ratty crowd
But that don't mean I don't respect my mama or my uncle, Sam
Yes, sir, yes, ma'am
I may be a real bad boy
But baby, I'm a real bad boy
I'm a real good man
I might have a reckless streak
At least a country mile wide
If you're gonna run with me
It's gonna be a wild ride
When it comes to loving you
I've got velvet hands
And I'll show you how a real bad boy
Can be a real good man
Oh, yeah
I'll take all the good times I can get
I'll take all the good times I can get
I'm too young for growing hushes, yeah
Ain't much I can promise you
Except to do the best I can
Hey, mama, I'll be damned
I may be a real bad boy
But baby, I'm a real good man
I may be a real bad boy
But baby, I'm a real good man
Mama, yes, I am
Mama, yes, I am
Come on!
Don't stop!
Don't stop!
Don't stop!
Thank you.