Don't Bring Me Down
You took my money, baby, you steal my cigarettes
First chance I get, I'll be up and jet, I'm gone
You beat me up, you threw me out
You killed my dog and cat
The Ken-L-Ration is yours
I want the Friskies back
Ooooh, don't bring me down
Ooooh, don't bring me down
No, no
You took my car, for just one night
Out to cruise the scene, that's what you told me
Now the engine's gone, the tailpipe's bent
My 8-Track's playin', Spring-st-st-steen
You call me a wimp, you say I'm a chump
Well your face is bent
And you smell like gorilla dump
Ooooh, don't bring me down
Ooooh, don't bring me down
No, no, no
Hear what I said, hear what I said now?
Ooooh, don't, don't, don't
Ooooh, don't bring me down
No, no
Ooooh, don't ya bring me down
Ooooh, don't ya bring me down
Ooooh, don't ya bring me down
No, no, no
No me hagas sentir mal
Tomaste mi dinero, nena, robaste mis cigarrillos
En cuanto tenga la oportunidad, me iré volando, me fui
Me golpeaste, me echaste
Mataste a mi perro y gato
La comida Ken-L-Ration es tuya
Quiero que me devuelvas las Friskies
Ooooh, no me hagas sentir mal
Ooooh, no me hagas sentir mal
No, no
Tomaste mi auto, por solo una noche
Para pasear por la ciudad, eso me dijiste
Ahora el motor se fue, el escape está doblado
Mi 8-Track está sonando, Spring-st-st-steen
Me llamas cobarde, dices que soy un tonto
Bueno, tu cara está torcida
Y hueles a basura de gorila
Ooooh, no me hagas sentir mal
Ooooh, no me hagas sentir mal
No, no, no
Escucha lo que dije, ¿escuchaste lo que dije ahora?
Ooooh, no, no, no
Ooooh, no me hagas sentir mal
No, no
Ooooh, no me hagas sentir mal
Ooooh, no me hagas sentir mal
Ooooh, no me hagas sentir mal
No, no, no
Escrita por: Guy Speranza / Mark Reale / Rick Ventura / Sandy Slavin