Recorded by: Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers
Written by: Wayne Chaulk
Lyrics
Wayne:B’ys oh b’ys, she’s awful bad you know.
Buddy: Ey?
Wayne:She’s awful bad.
Ray: Yes indeed she is b’y. Yes, indeed she is.
Buddy: Oh yeah.
Wayne:She’s bad.
Buddy: Wha?
Wayne:She’s awful bad.
Buddy: She’s bad b’y.
Wayne:She’s gone b’y. She’s gone b’y.
Ray: Gone
Buddy: Yes, she’s gone and she’s not comin’ back sir.
Ray: No she’s not coming back b’y. No.
Buddy: No sir.
Wayne:The arse is gone right clean out of ‘er.
Ray: Yes, yes yes, b’y, yes.
Buddy: Sir, you couldn’t put the arse back in ‘er with a AC welder.
Ray: No by.
Buddy: No sir.
Ray: You couldn’t couda ya.
Wayne:I didn’t know she was gonna get this bad.
Buddy: Wha?
Ray: No, you did not didya b’y? No. no, no b’y no
Buddy: No sir. Wayne, eef you hadda asked me “you t’ink it was gonna get this bad, I woulda said No b’y!”
All: No b’y.
Wayne:No sir, she’s gone.
Ray: No, b’y, no.
Wayne:My son, we haven’t got a prayer.
Ray: No, b’y, we haven’t. We haven’t got a prayer.
Buddy: Haven’t got a church to say it in, haven’t got a priest to say it with, we got nutting. We’re worse off now than the United Church of Canada.
Ray: Yes b’y, indeed we are.
Wayne:Same t’ing.
Buddy: Same t’ing.
Ray: Same t’ing, yes b’y.
Wayne:She’s bottomed right out, b’y, bottomed right out.
Buddy: Bottomed out my son, needs new planks.
Ray: Yes, yes.
Wayne:Gone, b’y gone. But now b’ys, I spose when you looks at it she’s not all that bad.
Buddy: Wha?
Ray: No, not really is she.
Wayne & Buddy: No no, no no.
Buddy: She’s not all bad, no. You knows she’s not all bad.
Wayne:She could be worse.
Buddy: Wha?
Wayne:She could be worse.
Ray: Indeed she could be b’y, indeed she could be worse.
Buddy: Yes indeed she could be worse. My son.
Ray: Yes, yes.
Buddy: Wayne, eef you hadda asked me “you t’ink it get any worse den dis? I woulda said yes b’y”.
Wayne:Yeah, yeah. But really, she’s not that bad.
Ray: No, no, no.
Wayne:I mean, you can’t complain.
Buddy & Ray: No, no.
Ray: You’re not complainin’ are ya b’y?
Buddy: No sir, I’m not complainin’.
Ray: No b’y, no, no.
Buddy: I’m not complainin’.
Ray: No, no, no.
Wayne:She’s pretty good really.
Buddy: Wha?
Wayne:She’s pretty good really.
Buddy: Wha?
Ray: Indeed she is, b’y, yes she’s not bad a-tall. No, no.
Buddy: Oh she’s good, yes she’s good, you knows she’s good.
Ray: Yes by, yes.
Buddy: Wha?
Ray: Yes by, yes.
Wayne:B’ys, you knows what I figgers?
Buddy: Was dat?
Wayne:She’s perfect.
Buddy: Wha?
Wayne:She’s perfect.
Buddy: Wha?
Ray: Perfect?
Wayne:Perfect.
Ray: Indeed she is perfect.
Buddy: Perfect, she’s perfect, you knows she’s perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect.
Wayne:She’s perfect.
Ray: Wayne, forgive me for asking this, but what in the name of God are we talking about?
Wayne:Ask Buddy.
Ray: Buddy, do you know what he’s talking about? You know something? Dis don’t look too good to me.
Wayne:No b’y, she’s awful bad.
