It’s Too Bad (You Super Freak) Songtext
von Steve Forbert

I′m standing outside of the hospital
Stomping out a cigarette
I've gotta quit again, I know, but when?
I just can′t put my foot down yet

My Sunday suit is in the second-hand store now
My second wife consigned it there
She threw out half my stuff and gave away enough
To barely leave me clothes to wear

It's too bad, you super freak
It's too bad, you super freak

Atlantic City isn′t always nice to me
But I′ll be going back that way
The last time I's in town a church bell had to sound
As if to say I′d gone astray


I oughta spend my money on the things I need
My tires are lookin' worn down thin
My mirror won′t snap back and now my windshield's cracked
But gambling always sucks me in
Gambling always sucks me in

I sent Leeann a letter to apologize
For saying she had gained some weight
I wrote it all out clearly, then misspelled sincerely
Now she′s canceling our big date

It's too bad, you super freak
It's too bad, you super feak

If you′re looking for something simple at this stage of the game
I don′t believe you're likely gonna find it
Everybody does their best to put on their best face
But you know there′s so much baggage back behind it

It's too bad, you super freak
It′s too bad, you super freak
It's too bad, you super freak
It′s too bad, you super freak


Try to talk to someone else (I can't believe myself)
Try to talk to someone else (I can't believe myself)
Try to talk to someone else (I can′t believe myself)
Try to talk to someone else (I can′t believe myself)
Try to talk to someone else (I can't believe myself)