Best of three, the angel said |
| As daylight burst behind his head |
| Jacob all night wrestling with his angel |
Then out into the boul' St. Mich |
| He cruises in a new Corniche |
| Now doesn't God stand up for B-A-S-T-A-R-D-S |
Baby you can't lose it |
| You'd be mad to choose it |
| Don¹t you know he was born to do you down |
| You can't cheat your fate girl |
| Check the time and date girl |
| Don't you know he was born to do you down |
But guys who show how much they care |
| Try hard to please and get nowhere |
| You know that every girl round here got built-in bastard radar |
Baby you can't lose it |
| You'd be mad to choose it |
| Don't you know he was born to do you down |
'Cause what will be will always be |
| Though stinging kills the honey bee |
| You know that every girl on Earth's got built in bastard radar |
I'm singing "one-two" in the mike |
| You know I'm testing |
| I'm singing "Death where is thy sting?" |
| It's only resting |
And thank God every woman knows |
| It's piss and wind and fancy clothes |
| That make a man a man |
| Thank God for built-in bastard radar |