Stacy Lattisaw What's So Hot About Bad Boys
[duet with Kathy Sledge]
Just beat it, jerk!
Creep!
La, la... la...
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la... la...
La, la, la, la, la, la
Tell me what is so hot
About bad boys
Tell me what do they got
They treat you like a toy
Tell me what is so hot
About bad boys
I'd rather curl up in rot
Than be caught with you, creep
Jerk
Never, never told you
You could scratch my back
You trade your ponies running up the track
Fetch a rocket, but you got me wrong, baby
Yeah... ooh...
Ain't nothing cute about it, not so crude
You're always caught in such an attitude
I think you better say so long, baby
Yeah, yeah, hey
I don't care (I don't care)
what they do (What they do)
They can strut till they all turn blue
Ain't no trick (Ain't no trick) gonna work
Just beat it, jerk
Tell me what is so hot
About bad boys
Tell me what do they got
They treat you like a toy
Tell me what is so hot
About bad boys
I'd rather curl up in rot
Than be caught with you, creep
Jerk
Do you, do you, do you wanna brighten my day?
Ch-ch-change the channel and fa-fade away
Try on your little pony and ride, baby
Ride, ride, ride, baby
Ooh, hit your saddle up, pick your rattle up,
Tie your traveling shoes
Read my lips, boy, I'm talking to you
Slide under some rock and hide, baby
Get the picture, boy
I don't care (I don't care)
what they do (What they do)
They can strut till they all turn blue
Ain't no trick (Ain't no trick) gonna work
Just beat it, jerk
La... la...
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la... la...
La, la, la, la, la, la
Somebody tell me what bad boys got, yeah
Somebody tell me what bad boys got, ooh!
Somebody tell me what bad boys got, bad boys got,
bad boys got
Somebody tell me, ooh, ooh
Somebody tell me what bad boys got
Somebody tell me what bad boys got, ooh!
Somebody tell me what bad boys got, bad boys got,
bad boys got
I wanna know, oh, oh... oh...
Kathy: Hey, Stacy.
Stacy: What's happening, Kathy?
Kathy: Girl, what do you think about
those bad boys?
Stacy: I'm telling you,
they treat you like a toy sometimes.
Kathy: I know, I wonder why they do that
Would it like some nice to them
Stacy: For sure.
I mean I'm just not gonna put up with it anymore
Kathy: Well, if you ask me, all boys are
Both: bad boys (giggles)
Kathy: They're like broady to the max
Stacy: Ooh... (laughs)
[Saxophone solo]
I don't care (I don't care)
what they do (What they do)
They can strut till they all turn blue
Ain't no trick (Ain't no trick) gonna work
Just beat it, jerk
Creep
Tell me what is so hot
About bad boys
Tell me what do they got, uh-huh
They treat you like a toy
Tell me what is so hot, uh-huh
About bad boys
I'd rather curl up in rot, uh-huh
Than be caught with you, creep
Somebody tell me what bad boys got
Somebody tell me what bad boys got, ooh!
Somebody tell me what bad boys got,
bad boys got, bad boys got
Hey, hey, yeah (Tell me, baby)
Somebody tell me what bad boys got
Somebody tell me what bad boys got, ooh!
Somebody tell me what bad boys got, bad boys got,
bad boys got
Somebody tell me
Somebody tell me (uh-huh) what bad boys got (yeah)
Somebody tell me what bad boys got, ooh!
Somebody tell me what bad boys got, bad boys got,
bad boys got
I wanna know, oh... oh...
Somebody tell me what bad boys got
Somebody tell me what bad boys got, ooh!
