Tired of Getting My Butt Kicked Songtext
von The Bellamy Brothers

I was cuttin′ a rug, down at the club, Juanita
With a pretty little thing, that couldn't have been, any sweeter
When in walked a man she explained, was up to his old tricks
I′m just danged sure tired now, of gettin' my butt kicked

So, the police came and somehow, the whole thing, became my fault
Well they took me downtown, and deposited me, in a steel vault
And a jailor sat there playin', this song on his armpit
I′m just dang sure tired now, of gettin′ my butt kicked

Well my boss and my lawyer and the IRS
All ganged up to make one big mess
It's a government conspiracy, to ruin my life
And did I forget to mention, my ex-wife


Well my car broke down, the mechanic just sat there, smilin′
I could see he was plannin', just a little trip, down to the islands
He took all my dough, and didn′t even get my old car fixed
I'm just danged sure tired now, of gettin′ my butt kicked

Well my boss and my lawyer and the IRS
All ganged up, to make one big mess
It's a government conspiracy, to ruin my life
And did I forget to mention, my ex-wife

You know, when I die, I know I'm gonna fly, to glory
And I′ll stand up tall, and tell St. Peter, my story
But with my bad luck, the Lord won′t be letting' me notice
I′m just danged sure tired now, of gettin' my butt kicked

Yeah I′m sick and tired fed-up with getting' my butt kicked