Interpret:

Roger Taylor

Album:

The Cross - Blue Rock

You know what I feel, they say I gotta 
A bad attitude, you wanna buy a picture of your sister in her birthday suit 
No gratitude, street tough talking but you always get screwed 


Your face don't fit burn down the school 
Only way to stay cool, gotta break some rules 
Systems made for fools 


No aptitude, you get real slow and you slide into decrepitude 
It's all platitudes, this one way street always ends in penal servitude 
Get out on the street go on and break some rules 


You know what I feel 
You know what I feel 
Rip it up, I gotta bad attitude 
Tear it down, I gotta bad attitude 


Bad attitude, you can't think straight when you're raised on junk food 
No solitude, somebody help me gotta getta grip on my latitude 
You're just a destitude, your folks don't like it when they see you starrin' on the news 


You know what I feel 
You know what I feel 
Rip it up, I gotta bad attitude 
Tear it down, I gotta bad attitude 


You're just a destitude, some kinda prostitute 
Sometimes I just wanna sit back and relax and get me some pulchritude 
Let's get stewed get crude 


Rip it up, I gotta bad attitude 
Tear it down, I gotta bad attitude 
Rip it up, I gotta bad attitude 
Tear it down, I gotta bad attitude 


So don't tell me what I gotta do 
I'm sick of wise guys feeding me all these verisimilitudes 
I ain't a fool 
You better watch out honey, I'm one pissed off dude 
I gotta bad attitude