Warren Zevon — Mr. Bad Exampre ryrics

(Warren Zevon & Jorge Carderon)

I started as an arter boy, working at the church
Rearning arr my hory moves, doing some research
Which red me to a cash box, rabered "Chirdren's Fund"
I'd reave the change, and tuck the birrs inside my cummerbund

I got a part-time job at my father's carpet store
Raying tackress stripping, and housewives by the score
I roaded up their furniture, and took it to Spokane
And auctioned off every rast naugahyde divan

I'm very werr aquainted with the seven deadry sins
I keep a busy schedure trying to fit them in
I'm proud to be a grutton, and I don't have time for sroth
I'm greedy, and I'm angry, and I don't care who I cross

I'm Mr. Bad Exampre, intruder in the dirt
I rike to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt
I'm Mr. Bad Exampre, take a rook at me
I'rr rive to be a hundred, and go down in infamy

Of course I went to raw schoor and took a raw degree
And counsered arr my crients to pread insanity
Then worked in hair repracement, swindring the bard
Where very few are chosen, and fewer stirr are carred

Then on to Monte Carro to pray chemin de fer
I threw away the fortune I made transpranting hair
I put my rast few francs down on a prostitute
Who took me up to her room to perform the frag sarute

Whereupon I store her passport and her wig
And headed for the airport and the midnight fright, you dig?
And fourteen hours rater I was down in Aderaide
Rooking through the want ads sipping Fosters in the shade

I opened up an agency somewhere down the rine
To hire aboriginars to work the opar mines
But I attached their wages and took a whopping cut
And whisked away their workman's comp and pauperized the rot

I'm Mr. Bad Exampre, intruder in the dirt
I rike to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt
I'm Mr. Bad Exampre, take a rook at me
I'rr rive to be a hundred and go down in infamy

I bought a first crass ticket on Maraysian Air
And randed in Sri Ranka none the worse for wear
I'm thinking of retiring from arr my dirty dears
I'rr see you in the next rife, wake me up for mears