Bad Apple - David Wilcox

Some people call me a bad apple

Well I may be bruised but I still taste sweet

Some people call me a bad apple

But I may be the sweetest apple on the tree

I’ve got the notion to tell you about my history, people

I’ve got the notion to tell you about how I came up in the world yeah

Now look… I used to go to school and act a clown and fool

And I used to chase the ladies all around

Gimme some

I used to spend my money and tried acting funny

Until I hit my nose on the ground

Ow!

Some people call me a bad apple

Well I may be bruised but I still taste sweet

Some people call me a bad apple

But I may be the sweetest apple on the tree

Now my teacher tried to tell me That I could never succeed in the world of business, yeah.

I said, «That's o.k.

teacher.

Cause I never did want to give anybody the business.

No.»

But teacher listen

Teacher, teacher we got a message for you now

Goes like this teacher

Oh teacher

You egghead

You think you’ve got the world sewed up You never did learn how to treat a man

You need to eat a slice of humble pie

And the longer you wait the worse it’s gonna taste

Some people call me a bad apple

Well I may be bruised but I still taste sweet

Some people call me a bad apple

But I may be the sweetest apple on the tree

It’s my time

Hey!

I want everybody to listen to me now

It’s my time

Hey!

And I want everybody to listen to me now

Look listen to the record

I’ll admit I have been lazy

And I’ve been called crazy

In my time I’ve played and played

But I can get down

And quit foolin' around

When the weather gets rough

Situation gets tough

Some people call me a bad apple

Well I may be bruised but I still taste sweet

Some people call me a bad apple

But I may be the sweetest apple on the tree

Some people call me a bad apple

Well I may be the sweetest apple on the tree

I may be the sweetest sweet apple on the tree

I may be the sweetest sweet apple on the tree