Stealin' nickels from the needy and pennies from the poor
I spend it all on things that make me smile.
Then I gamble odds & evens they don't make it through the season.
I ain't lost a wager in a while.
Then I suck on sour stones till it filters to my bones
And pretty soon my marrow starts to churn.
It cranks my mischief maker and lubricates my shaker
And I can feel that naughty boy return.
I'm an evil, evil wicked man.
I'm a spider, I'm a weasel, I'm a snake.
Spreadin' my wicked, wicked evil plans.
All the corruption and the chaos I can make.
If you're needin' somethin' nasty from way beyond the pail
I deliver sin like no one can.
If you crave forbidden fruit, accept no substitute.
I'm a wicked, evil - evil wicked man.
Best hide your wives and daughters if you see me on the street
I'm handsome, I'm horny and I'm slick.
Although they swear they're faithful I'm witty and I'm playful
So I'm the lesser evil that they pick.
I can charm the thorny roses into bold and naked poses
When ever I can find a friendly patch.
When I pull back on the petals and the dew mist finally settles
My gentle hand knows just where to scratch.
I'm an evil, evil wicked man.
I'm a spider, I'm a weasel, I'm a snake.
Spreadin' my wicked, wicked evil plans.
All the corruption and the chaos I can make.
If you're needin' somethin' nasty from way beyond the pail
I deliver sin like no one can.
If you crave forbidden fruit, accept no substitute.
I'm a wicked, evil - evil wicked man.
Taking candy from a baby is what I did for fun.
Now I like to hide a cripple's crutch.
They tumble to the ground. They crawl and roll around
A sight that always tickles me so much.
I can conger magic although it's usually tragic
For anyone around who isn't me.
Misfortune tastes like honey, deception spends like money
And sorrow sets my inner demons free.
I'm an evil, evil wicked man.
I'm a spider, I'm a weasel, I'm a snake.
Spreadin' my wicked, wicked evil plans.
All the corruption and the chaos I can make.
If you're needin' somethin' nasty from way beyond the pail
I deliver sin like no one can.
If you crave forbidden fruit, accept no substitute.
I'm a wicked, evil - evil wicked man.
credits
from Doin' Fine,
released March 1, 2013
NICKY SANDERS strings and string arrangement
AARON RAMSEY bass
Jonathan PRIEST drums
ANDY OWENS vocals
with The Morbid Fishin’Tackle Choir:
ALICE BIRDSONG-MOODY
PAT BIRDSONG
THE CHAMPION FAMILY
ELIJAH DAVENPORT
FRANK EASTES
LEON NELSON
CATHY OWENS
ANDY OWENS
AMORETTE PHILLIPS
ROBIN SMITH
PETE WASHBURN
PHIL WASHBURN
KIM McWHIRTER
PETE McWHIRTER
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