Mister Apology Songtext
von The Curse of K.K. Hammond

I am a stealing cheating non-believing Jack of no trades
A no good rambling gambling girl′s purse grabbing robber of graves
But when my conscience weighs me down
Well hell I'll pick up the phone
I dial Mister Apology and these two words I moan

I′m sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I′m sorry
Well I guess that wipes the slate clean Mister Apology?

I am a sugar honey lipstick bunny teen beauty queen
I go to town and turn those heads wherever I may be seen
But when I drank and drove my car and took out some damn old guy
And then they asked if it were me and shamelessly I lied


I′m guess I'm sorry
I′m sorry
I'm sorry
I′m sorry
Well I guess that wipes the slate clean Mister Apology?

I am a fundamental transcendental old preacher man
Beseeching overreaching always teaching all whom I can
My belly's yeller like the cornbread that we make in the South
And I cannot resist a young thang with a purdy mouth
LORD HAVE MERCY!

I′m sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I′m sorry
Well I guess that wipes the slate clean Mister Apology?