Big Bad Mean Motherfucker


I've got a high school crush on a California girl, oh yah
I've got a gold guitar and a bag of marijuana man, oh ah ha
I'm gonna rock like no one ever told me to stop
Make you a believer I'm a big bad mean motherfucker
I've got an ice cream cone and I'm feeling fine tonight
Yah when I get you back home, oh you know I'm gonna do you right, oh yah
I'm gonna rock like no one ever told me to stop
Make you a believer I'm a big bad mean motherfucker
Chicka chicka chicka chicka whooow!
I wear my short jean shorts on a sunny San Francisco day
I like to hang by the water around the sunny San Francisco bay, oh yah
I'm gonna rock like no one ever told me to stop
Make you a believer I'm a big bad mean motherfucker
Uhh
Whooow!







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