Makin' A Mess Lyrics - Skid Row - Skid Row

T-bone Billy just a singin' the blues 

Caught his lady with another man 

Lit up a smoke and did some talkin' 

With the back of his hand 

She started shakin', started losing her mind 

But he was kicking back and playing it cool 

Signed her walkin' papers took the 5:15 to Kalamazoo 

Sing for your supper nobody rides for free 

Eat your heart out I'll send it C.O.D. 

One, two baby what you do 

Three, four let me show you the door 

You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me 

Five, six take your last licks 

Seven, eight let me give it to you straight 

You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me 

Now Billy boy's out havin' a ball playin' fiddle at the local bar 

Dark shades, cool kicks, he's Hollywood Blvd. 

Slick daddy with his fat cigar sayin': "Sign upon the dotted line!" 

He shook his head and said: "All I need is that fiddle of mine!" 

Sing for your supper nobody rides for free 

Take your big time, I'll take care of me 

One, two baby what you do 

Three, four let me show you the door 

You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me 

Five, six take your last licks 

Seven, eight let me give it to you straight 

You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me 

When trouble come knockin' 

Billy keeps a rockin' like this 

Sing for your supper nobody rides for free 

Eat your heart out I'll send it C.O.D. 

One, two baby what you do 

Three, four let me show you the door 

You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me 

Five, six take your last licks 

Seven, eight let me give it to you straight 

You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me 

One, two baby what you do 

Three, four let me show you the door 

You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me 

Five, six - (lick it!) 

You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me