Lyrics Bad Things Are Bad - Bob's Burgers, Kevin Kline, Paul F. Tompkins

Bad Things Are Bad

I never thought this is how I would go
(Mr. Fischoeder: Ooh)
Here under the pier tied to Mr. Fischoe… der
But looks like Linda will be a widow
(Mr. Fischoeder: Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Oh, bad things are bad
I fear that my Bob’s in a terrible place
Maybe you’ll find him inside of this vase
Maybe a lion is eating his face?
Oh, bad things are bad
Maybe your dad was tied up by a sailor?
I’ll help you look after I pump this inhaler
Check out my pants
They are perfectly tailored
Oh, yeah
Nice
Thanks
Oh, bad things are bad
Oh, I wish that Bob would come back
I could really use a big snack
Okay, it’s not a burger
But I’ll just pretend it is and maybe cry
I did what I had to
I have no regrets
I murdered my brother for power and sex
What’s this weird feeling inside of my chest?
Why do you keep not looking at my breasts?
Oh, bad things are bad
Farewell, cruel world
Looks like I’ll die alone
If only you’d purchased a better cell phone
And now I’ll never know who wins Game of Thrones
Oh, things are bad!