What's Wrong With That Songtext
von Buddy Guy
What's Wrong With That Songtext
I like my bacon crispy
My pancakes cooked up right
Extra butter on my biscuits
Makes everything alright
What′s wrong with that
People tell me what's wrong with that
I don′t beat around the bush
I like what I like
What's wrong with that
A big back seat for comfort
Lot of padding on the dash
A place to put my cigar
When I flick off my ash
What's wrong with that(absolutely nothing)
Tell me what′s wrong with that(buddy you know nothing wrong with that)
I don′t beat around the bush
I like what I like
What's wrong with that(buddy guy play a little guitar for me)
If I like getting up
Before the break of day
But I like laying down late
With a woman half my age
What′s wrong with that
People tell me what's wrong with that
I don′t beat around the bush
I like what I like
What the hell is wrong with that
I'm telling all you wicked women
I′m a wicked woman's man
If you don't believe me
I can make you understand
Tell me what′s wrong with that
People tell me what′s wrong with that
I don't beat around the bush
I like what I like
What′s wrong with that
I don't beat around the bush
I like what I like
What the hell is wrong with that
Tell me what wrong with that
Absolutely nothing
Bobby you have been talking about how you like beacon cooked
You see I like my chicken grilled
I don′t like it too greasy
I like my steak always done like my age easy
And the girls they got to be real
My pancakes cooked up right
Extra butter on my biscuits
Makes everything alright
What′s wrong with that
People tell me what's wrong with that
I don′t beat around the bush
I like what I like
What's wrong with that
A big back seat for comfort
Lot of padding on the dash
A place to put my cigar
When I flick off my ash
What's wrong with that(absolutely nothing)
Tell me what′s wrong with that(buddy you know nothing wrong with that)
I don′t beat around the bush
I like what I like
What's wrong with that(buddy guy play a little guitar for me)
If I like getting up
Before the break of day
But I like laying down late
With a woman half my age
What′s wrong with that
People tell me what's wrong with that
I don′t beat around the bush
I like what I like
What the hell is wrong with that
I'm telling all you wicked women
I′m a wicked woman's man
If you don't believe me
I can make you understand
Tell me what′s wrong with that
People tell me what′s wrong with that
I don't beat around the bush
I like what I like
What′s wrong with that
I don't beat around the bush
I like what I like
What the hell is wrong with that
Tell me what wrong with that
Absolutely nothing
Bobby you have been talking about how you like beacon cooked
You see I like my chicken grilled
I don′t like it too greasy
I like my steak always done like my age easy
And the girls they got to be real
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