Words and music by John Kay and Michael Wilk



Crawlin' out of bed this mornin', feeling null and void

You drag your remains to the sink

Your eye balls are on fire, your head wants to explode

You swear to god you'll never touch another drink

Stumblin' down to your car, you race against the clock

To everyone who's yellin' at you "maniac"

You sway and swerve and flip the bird

Your boss is barking as he comes unglued

"Bad Attitude

You're late again, this time you're screwed

Bad Attitude".



Staring at the coffee mug, your brain feels unemployed

As you slowly emerge from your haze

The bossman over there still looks quite annoyed

Guess this ain't the day to try and talk about a raise

You get up for another cup and stroll on down the aisle

You watch 'em work, these stupid jerks

They just don't appreciate your brilliant mind

They're glaring at you, they think you're rude

Bad Attitude

Now what'd you expect, huh, tell me…gratitude?

Bad Attitude



Drivin' home from work this evening, weary to the bone

You drop by the mall for a meal

A slab of mystery meat, a gut bomb on a bun

And a wrestling video, sweet Jesus, what a deal

But what is slidin' on your tray would make a buzzard nervous

Yeah, with your luck, that hockey puck

You're about to gobble down, will put you out of service

Now tell me dude, you call this food?

Bad Attitude

Looks like this thing's been already chewed

Bad Attitude



© 1996 Rambunctious Music (ASCAP), 

Michael John Music (BMI)