S.O.S. (Too Bad)

Stagecoach lady, hourglass body Making things glow in the night Well, she would if she could, and she'd be good if she would only Tell her lover she be out tonight Because I'm a bat A lonely school boy And I'm a rat And it's too bad, can't get me none of that! Salt Lake City, salt-licking betties Bogies turn, stinking of gin Well my daddy was hard, his face was pretty scarred From kicking ass and playing poker to win Because I'm a bat A lonely school boy And I'm a rat And it's too bad, can't get me none of that! It's too bad And it's too bad Can't get me none of that! New sold lady My mama Cady Chivalry was born at her feet Well she should have thought twice When pa showed his dice Imagine puttin' my daddy to sleep Because I'm a bat A lonely school boy And I'm a rat And it's too bad, can't get me none of that! It's too bad Lord, it's too bad!