Born Under a Bad Sign Songtext
von The Simpsons
Born Under a Bad Sign Songtext
Born under a bad sign
Been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn′t for bad luck
You know, I wouldn't have no luck at all
Hard luck and trouble been my only friend
I been on my own ever since I was ten
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn′t for bad luck
You know, I wouldn't have no luck at all
I don't like to read, I can hardly write
My whole life has been one big fight
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn′t for bad luck
I said, "I wouldn′t have no luck at all"
And that ain't no lie
You know, if it wasn′t for bad luck
I wouldn't have no kind of luck
If it wasn′t for real, bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all
You know, fear and falling is all I crave
A big bag of pork rinds gonna carry me to my grave
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn′t for bad luck
I tell you, I wouldn't have no luck at all
Good take boys, yeah!
I think now that I'm a blues singer
I should have some kind of name
How ′bout Muddy Simpson?
No, Big Homer
T-Bone Homer
Blind Lemon Simpson
Blind Lemon-Lime Homer
Blind Grapefruit Homer
Blind Strawberry Alarm Clock Homer
No that′s- they used that
Been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn′t for bad luck
You know, I wouldn't have no luck at all
Hard luck and trouble been my only friend
I been on my own ever since I was ten
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn′t for bad luck
You know, I wouldn't have no luck at all
I don't like to read, I can hardly write
My whole life has been one big fight
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn′t for bad luck
I said, "I wouldn′t have no luck at all"
And that ain't no lie
You know, if it wasn′t for bad luck
I wouldn't have no kind of luck
If it wasn′t for real, bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all
You know, fear and falling is all I crave
A big bag of pork rinds gonna carry me to my grave
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn′t for bad luck
I tell you, I wouldn't have no luck at all
Good take boys, yeah!
I think now that I'm a blues singer
I should have some kind of name
How ′bout Muddy Simpson?
No, Big Homer
T-Bone Homer
Blind Lemon Simpson
Blind Lemon-Lime Homer
Blind Grapefruit Homer
Blind Strawberry Alarm Clock Homer
No that′s- they used that
Writer(s): Booker T. Jr. Jones, William Bell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com