Hey Strong Bad! What's up? Can you play the guitar? Derrek Highet, Northern California a Hey Derrek! Not much, man. Yeah I can play the guitar! I know
say I'm only left with part of you And the wind has been blowin' And the wind has been blowin' Oh, play your guitar, baby Play your guitar, baby, Get
Just the other side of the border She was just sitting there givin' me looks That made my mouth water So I started walking her way She belonged to bad
Michael in the band by that time, we are lucky having Roland in the band. And he's just doing great songs and great guitar work he's doing. And a good
shine my shoes Swear to the world I ain't gonna catch me no more blues I'm gonna sing like a mockingbird happy love in every word Forget I ever heard your bad bad
good, something bad Something special, something sad Something good, something bad Gonna get it with or without you Something weak, something strong
He?s got a million dollar car He?s got a thirty-seven year old guitar He?s got a family who deals heroin And you?re on the edge of your chair And you
Ayo Stan, Dre layed the tracks, I'm laying the vocals We need some guitar that rocks, know what I'm saying? So 'um, let's do this She's a rich girl,
Yo, we about to twist this shit up right here (As we cross over into a new millennium) It might be to strong for some So I suggest you motherfuckers
difficult to fuck with Badder than bad coming from MoTown Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with You don't wanna fuck with me Blam! Very, very difficult to fuck with Badder than bad
cafe just the other side of the border She was a sitting there giving me looks that made my mouth water So I started walking her way she belongs to bad
, oh I need a new guitar Mark: We need a new guitar, we need a new guitarist, any one out there play guitar Tom: Does anybody know how to play guitar
. Recorded at Devonshire Studios, 3 (January 30th `89) Lead Vocals: Graham Nash Drums and Synth Guitar: Joe Vitale Bass: Leland Sklar Keyboards: Craig Doerge, Joe Vitale Guitars
cafe just the other side of the border She was just sitting there givin' me looks that made my mouth water So I started walking her way She belonged to bad
my life and I don't wanna lose out I'm still about, I'm home sweet home In the ends like I don't wanna move out, I'm too bad There are lots of signs
try to be the kind of man She thinks I am She makes those little kitten sounds And trembles when I love her She makes me feel so bad And strong in me
free Cuz when fights break out Girls scream and dust settles I'm just another tetta make room I'm from out the ghetto Surrounded by turntables drums guitar
drive your Mustang down sunset strip And in the back seat, a big black whip Look at your lipstick, all 'round your face Everything you do is in bad taste
