There's the pusher who sells poison, S.O.B. There's the rapist 'round the corner, S.O.B. There's the bully who throws around his bulk May he come in contact with the Hulk After that he'll be a kinder gentler, S.O.B. There's the leader who misuses, S.O.B. There's the driver full of booze, S.O.B. There's the man who went to Spain and he didn't take a thin' But the charity collection, S.O.B. There's the witness who refuses, S.O.B. There's the teacher who abuses, S.O.B. But the biggest of them all blows up the party hall Full of smilin', happy faces, S.O.B. S.O.B., dirty rotten S.O.B. How we get to be one, there's no mystery We're the one who kicks a dog We're the one who totes a log, in front of our eyes Yet we don't let others see There's the vote-riggin' liar, S.O.B. There's the murderer for hire, S.O.B. There's the one who screams so loud, yes, the big mouth of the crowd Incitin' folks to riot, S.O.B. There's the dictator that gobbles up liberty, gobble gobble gobble! If you sell-out your country, you're an S.O.B. There's the 'heaven-selling preacher' who forgot his humble teacher Don't send your money to that S.O.B. There's the hunter who don't eat what he kills There's the killer who kills just for the thrills, yoohoo! There's the man who lit the spark and burned the redwoods in the park In Bible talk, "Hark!" a dee-double S.O.B., yeah! S.O.B., double S.O.B. How we get to be one, there's no mystery We're the one who kicks a dog We're the one who totes a log, in front of our eyes Yet we don't let others see There's the journalist that would kill for a scoop There's the guru that's in it for the loot There's the real-estate investor Who sold his folks a home out west, sir That turned out to be some polecats chicken coop Well, a kidnapper nappin' is an S.O.B., that's for sure The creep that steals from grandma is an S.O.B. There's the doctor with the Golden-phone, who leaves you dyin' all alone With a heart attack on weekends, S.O.B. The insurance man that won't pay is an S.O.B. The terrorist that slays is an S.O.B. Say that last once again, 'cause his evil has no end Even his lawyer friend is an S.O.-S.O.B. S.O.B., dirty rotten S.O.B. How we get to be one, there's no mystery We're the one who kicks a dog We're the one who totes a log, in front of our eyes Yet we don't let others see All tyrants fall to their wicked ways, wicked ways Their mouths are bigger than their heart or brains They bark commands to the wind and rain It whoops up storms and hurricanes They'll bite the dust, those lousy jerks When they cross the likes of... They'll bite the dust, those lousy jerks When they cross the likes of Sheriff Wyatt Earp He'll plug 'em good, give 'em the works with a, "Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat! Burp! Gotcha, you sorry S.O.B." Ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha ha, yooh!

Marie douceur c'est ainsi que tu me surnommes Tu crois bien sûr me connaître mieux que personne Marie colère existe aussi fais bien attention Je te l'ai déjà dit cent mille fois sur tous les tons Marie douceur a beaucoup beaucoup de patience Oui mais un jour tu verras entrer dans la danse Marie colère avec des éclairs dans les yeux Je sais lequel aura le plus peur de nous deux Marie douceur est avec toi bien trop gentille Si tu persistes à regarder les autres filles Marie colère ne sera plus du tout d'accord Et sautera sur toi toutes griffes dehors Marie douceur aime bien chanter des ballades Mais ne t'y fies pas trop un bon conseil prends garde Marie colère adore les éclats de voix Alors choisis entre les autres filles et moi Marie douceur c'est ainsi que tu me surnommes Tu crois bien sûr me connaître mieux que personne Marie colère est maintenant là devant toi Marie douceur n'est plus qu'un souvenir déjà

Marie Marie Playing guitar on the back porch I sit in my car Why is she so sad Marie Marie Marie Marie It's so lonely in these farmlands Please come with me To the bright lights downtown Marie Marie I said, "Hey, pretty girl Don't you understand I just want to be your loving man" Marie Marie The sun is down in the corn fields The evening is dark And you sing so sad Marie Marie Marie Marie I got two weeks in back pay There's gas in my car And your folks say I must go Marie Marie I said, "Hey, pretty girl Don't you understand I just want to be your loving man" Marie Marie Playing guitar on the back porch I leave in my car While you sing so sad Marie Marie