The bad child

If I were six-foot-six
And strong as a bear,
I’d beat beat the shit out of everyone
And everybody would love me.
If I were six-foot-six
People’d respect me.
Whoever didn’t take their hat
Off for me,
I’d punch ‘em in the face.
If I were six-foot-six,
I’d visit my father.
He’d have to go for a walk with me,
But of course he’s always hang over.
[chorus]
I know, I’m a bad kid,
I’ve gotten to know a lot of
Reformatories.
You‘re not going anywhere,
the say.
Don’t you think for a minute
that I’m gonna cry.