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!