My Bad Idea
Alex Wilson
Description
A rowdy, honky-tonk rock anthem celebrating the thrill of making terrible decisions with your best friend. The song is a tongue-in-cheek ode to bad influences and the adventures that follow, delivered with a foot-stomping beat, twangy guitars, and a healthy dose of self-deprecating humor.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Sheriff brought your lawnmower back last night Said he found it sittin’ at a traffic light I had to explain 'bout the ramp and the beer And how that kiddie pool looked farther from here You just shrugged your shoulders, handed him a Coke Said, "Sir, a man's gotta see if his dreams'll float" He shook his head, said "Son, you ain't right" I just pointed at you, bathed in the flashing blue light [Chorus] You're the "hold my beer," you're the "hell yeah, let's go!" You're the five-word text sayin', "They'll never know!" You ain't my conscience, you're my alibi The second dumbest person standin' by You're the gasoline I pour on the fire My partner-in-crime, my brother-in-stupid, my go-for-hire When my angel's whisperin' "Son, you better pray," You're the devil on my shoulder yellin' "This is the way!" Yeah, you're my bad idea [Verse 2] Remember that bait shop and taco stand scheme? Livin' out our entrepreneurial dream Your sign said "Worms and Tacos, Fresh and Hot!" My sign said "Eat Here, It's The Only Shot!" We lost our shirts, the health inspector cried 'Specially when he asked what kind of meat was inside You told him, "Sir, it's a proprietary blend." We were out of business by the weekend [Chorus] You're the "hold my beer," you're the "hell yeah, let's go!" You're the five-word text sayin', "They'll never know!" You ain't my conscience, you're my alibi The second dumbest person standin' by You're the gasoline I pour on the fire My partner-in-crime, my brother-in-stupid, my go-for-hire When my angel's whisperin' "Son, you better pray," You're the devil on my shoulder yellin' "This is the way!" Yeah, you're my bad idea [Bridge] They say you oughta keep good company Someone to lift you up, help you see Well, you ain't ever lifted me from a fight Just held my jacket and said, "Get the one on the right!" We ain't ended up rich and we ain't ended up in jail... yet. But I wouldn't trade you for a winning lottery bet [Chorus] You're the "hold my beer," you're the "hell yeah, let's go!" You're the five-word text sayin', "They'll never know!" You ain't my conscience, you're my alibi The second dumbest person standin' by You're the gasoline I pour on the fire My partner-in-crime, my brother-in-stupid, my go-for-hire When my angel's whisperin' "Son, you better pray," You're the devil on my shoulder yellin' "This is the way!" Yeah, you're my bad idea [Outro] My bad idea! (What's the worst that could happen?) My bad idea! (Famous last words... Yeehaw!)