Bad to the bone

On the day these ducklings were hatched, the children all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had found
The farmer spoke up, and she said leave these ones alone
She could tell right away, that they were bad to the bone

Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone

They break out of their coop, and wander down the street

They look around at all the people they meet

Then sneak into the neighbour's barn, like the thieves in the night

Eating up lots of horse feed, they quack their plight

Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone

Now they've been rounded up, shame can not be traced on a single beak

They  sleep off their hang over, oh the cheek

If they keep this up, then their time is on loan,

they just can't help, being bad to the bone.

Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone