Bad Boy
Bad boy, bad boy,
Well he lived around the corner,
Just a couple of blocks away,
We went to school together nearly every day,
Used to have to really move my feet,
Cost me a nickel just to cross the street,
Bad boy, bad boy.
He was big and I was small,
But that didn't make no difference at all,
He could scare you to death with the look in his eye,
Don't want no part of this guy,
He was a mean one, bad son-of-a-gun.
It was a bad day when I crossed his way,
Bad boy, bad boy.
Chico malo
Chico malo, chico malo,
Vivía en la esquina,
A solo un par de cuadras de distancia,
Íbamos juntos a la escuela casi todos los días,
Solía tener que mover realmente mis pies,
Me costaba un centavo cruzar la calle,
Chico malo, chico malo.
Él era grande y yo era pequeño,
Pero eso no hacía ninguna diferencia en absoluto,
Podía asustarte hasta la muerte con la mirada en sus ojos,
No quería tener nada que ver con este tipo,
Era malo, un hijo de su madre.
Fue un mal día cuando crucé su camino,
Chico malo, chico malo.