People say that Genghis Khan
didn't give a mongol dun
and murdered nearly
everyone inside
While Jack the Ripper,
so it's said,
would meet abroad then cut her dead
The gossip goes he did it out of spite
Lucretia Borgia, so they say,
poisoned people every day
And Lizzie Borden massacred her mum
While to some there's no disputin'
That the orgies of Rasputin
Was the reason for the
shootin' of the bum
But if you were to ask
me who's the worst
You're looking at the fella who comes
first
When I think of the path I've taken,
friends I've used and then forsaken.
When I think of the poor mistaken,
slobs that I had.
When I think of those guys
who used to give me their trust,
kicked in the dust, left in the dirt.
Ooh, when I think of the
lives I've blighted
Wrongs I've wrought and never righted
Well, it's obvious I don't
give a dam n
Ooh, what a layabout scheming lecher
Ooh, could I do it again, you betcha
Ooh, what a son of a bitch I am
Ooh, when I think of those overheated
Married broads that I've mistreated
Ooh, the number of times
I've cheated
Poaching for gain
When I think of the matinees
I've played in my time
Ain't it a crime? Ain't it a shame?
Ooh, look at me in their spouses' houses
Hercules without his trousers
While he's grabbing some wham -bam
Thank you, 'am
Ooh, if you're thinking of crangeloni
I'm a level than macaroni
Ooh, what a son of a bitch I am
Ooh, when I think of those overheated
married broads that I've mistreated
Ooh, the number of times
I've cheated,
poaching for gain
When I think of the matinees
I've played in my time
Ain't it a crime, ain't it a shame
Ooh, look at me and
their spouses' houses
Hercules without his trousers
While he's grabbing some wham -bam,
thank you
Kids, if you're wondering
who your dad is,
look at the last of the big -time baddies.
Oh, what a son of a bitch I am.
What a smasher, it's a gasser,
it's an all -time thrill.
It's the kind of a story get
s you here so sincere.
It'll make a million dollars,
we're in clover
Move on over,
Sass -O -Beet -E -Milk
That's marvellous, just one look
And you'll know,
it's a hell of a show
Ooh, when I think of those over
heated married flaws
That I've mistreated
Oh, the number of times
I've cheated,
poaching for games
When I think of the matinees
I've played in my time
Ain't it a crime?
Ain't it a shame?
Ooh, their spouses' houses,
Hercules without his trousers
While he's ramblin' some one -man
thank -you man
Kid, if you're wondering who your dad is
Look at the last of the big -time baddies
Ooh, what a son of a bitch I am