Come in well after curfew
With a smile on her face
She only likes to kiss the bad boys
Red slits for eyes
Hair all over the place
She only likes to kiss the bad boys

Lipstick looks like
It’s got a mind of its own
Blouse is on backwards
One shoe completely gone
But she’s standing at the window
Like she can’t stand to be alone
She only likes to kiss the bad boys

Daddy pops antacid
Like it’s going outta style
She only likes to kiss the bad boys
Says ”I'm going straight to the grave
From raising this child”
She only likes to kiss the bad boys

The was a young man
Who used to come and call
Daddy came to like him
Purple hair and all
Till daddy saw his picture
On the post office wall
She only likes to kiss the bad boys

She likes a fire in the belly
She likes them on the run
She likes them with a rap sheet
And when they carry ‘round a gun

1) They tried to fix her up
With a buttoned down engineer
But by the time she was done
He was someone else’s son
He staggered home with a pink mohawk
And a belly full of beer

2) She didn’t mind the blind date
With the suit that wouldn’t smile
But when the evening came to a close
He had a diamond in his nose
A mugshot, a nickname,
And fingerprints on file

Mamma tried to talk some sense
But it wasn’t no use
She only likes to kiss the bad boys
She come off way too sympathetic
She was that way once too
She only likes to kiss the bad boys

Daddy put his foot down
Told mamma “Get a clue”
She took a half gallon of tequila
And poured it down the loo
And to set a good example
She had one tattoo removed that said
She only likes to kiss the bad boys

VG - vocal, guitar, tambourine, electric guitar
Tom Eaton - tambourine
Larry Luddecke - keyboards
Kevin Barry - lap steel
Grace Kelly - vocals, alto sax
Bass - Richard Gates
Drums - Lorne Entress