The Weevils in the Bisquick took the minivan downtown.
Scotty tuned up the fiddle and the mandolin, guitar case on the ground.
We played “Devil Went Down to Georgia” and sang “East Bound and Down”
We all strummed and stomped our feet while the people gathered 'round.
We picked until our fingers bled and our voices all were shot
Then we counted all the coins and the dollar bills in the back of the parking lot
Chase had the best fake ID, he brought the cash to the liquor store,
Then we brought the brews out to Santa Cruz, and then we sang some more...we sang
Bad ones make the good ones better
Good ones make the bad ones worse
Found a scrapyard full of treasure
the unwrapped gift below the curse
This fog will burn away by sunset
and I will fall asleep by dawn
Bad ones make the good ones better
so they better come bring it on
Later on that summer, we were trying to make a dime,
So we rolled on out to a festival that was selling art and wine.
We didn't have a permit, but we still played our songs
People watched and people danced and the drunk ones sang along
Sure enough that cop came through to spoil all our fun
He pulled out his citation book and the band started to run
A lesson out there to anyone trying to play the upright bass;
In a race to scram from the police man, you're gonna get last place
I did. But I sang...
Bad ones make the good ones better
Good ones make the bad ones worse
Found a scrapyard full of treasure
the unwrapped gift below the curse
This fog will burn away by sunset
and I will fall asleep by dawn
Bad ones make the good ones better
so they better come bring it on
We played a redneck wedding that Fourth of July
Ernie was doing keg-stands with the daughter of the bride
We were smoking doobies with the biker gang outside
They called themselves the outlaws and they showed us all their rides
We stayed until the fireworks had set the sky on fire,
James held the bride's daughter's hair while she puked on our back tire
I haven't seen those Weevils since I turned twenty-one,
but every time I think of them, I knod my head and strum
and I sing...
Bad ones make the good ones better
Good ones make the bad ones worse
Found a scrapyard full of treasure
the unwrapped gift below the curse
This fog will burn away by sunset
and I will fall asleep by dawn
Bad ones make the good ones better
so they better come bring it on
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