Bad Timing – Dalbello – letras

Celluloid summer cut me like a knifeAnd the hipsters are riding shotgun with my lifeOh, their arrogance is worth its weight in goldWhile they price me, merchandise me – then I’m soldCHORUSSeven weeks and it’s off the chartsThey tell me, « Bad Timing »Everybody’s on holidayNo reply – Bad TimingCash advance on my royalties? »So sorry, Bad Timing »I gave you all of my loyaltiesNo reply – Bad TimingTalk ain’t cheap when you’re paying by the poundBut they always mention their expense account’Til they take you to the point of no returnLegalize me, criticize me – I’ve been burnedCHORUSFell in love with my managerThey called that Bad TimingI’m being taken advantage ofThey told me, « Bad Timing »And in return for my loyaltySo sorry, « Bad Timing »He’s taking half of my royaltiesNo reply – Bad Timing