I'm wasted, drunk and high Oh I'm feeling barely alive I tasted more than I wanna try Lord I just can't take anymore So if your hand starts to slip Well boy you better get a grip Well they call her Mrs. B.A.D So don't give her no lip Well I laid there, feeling dead inside She always know what to say So I sat back, had another word Now I'm feeling ok But if my had starts to slip Boy I better get grip Everybody told me they heard her on the radio Mrs. BAD did you sing that song for me? Now I just sit at home with the stereo all day Mrs. BAD are you the one for me?