| I want your money | 
| I’m gonna be rich | 
| I’ll tear the clothes off your back | 
| Leave you without a stitch | 
| Kidnap your children | 
| Sleep with your wife | 
| I’ll stop at nothing | 
| To get me a better life | 
| Cause I’m bad to the bone | 
| Steal your watch, or pick your pocket | 
| If you’re leaving home | 
| Slam the door be sure to lock it | 
| Bad to the core | 
| Fleet of foot, and light of finger | 
| If you call the law | 
| I’ll string you up, and then I’ll skin ya' | 
| I’ve got no stomach | 
| For working hard | 
| My dice are weighted | 
| I cheat at cards | 
| You try to shock me | 
| I’ll shoot you down | 
| I’d sell my mother | 
| For half a crown | 
| Cause I’m bad to the bone | 
| Stal your watch, or pick your pocket | 
| If you’re leaving hom | 
| Slam the door be sure to lock it | 
| Bad to the core | 
| Fleet of foot, and light of finger | 
| If you call the law | 
| I’ll string you up, and then I’ll skin ya' | 
| I’ll romance with a lady of this town | 
| But when she awakes, she’ll find that I flown | 
| With her money, her jewellery, her silver, her gold | 
| By six o’clock this evening, it will all be sold | 
| Cause I want your money | 
| I’m gonna be rich | 
| I’ll tear the clothes off your back | 
| Leave you without a stitch | 
| Cause I’m bad to the bone | 
| Steal your watch, or pick your pocket | 
| If you’re leaving home | 
| Slam the door be sure to lock it | 
| Bad to the core | 
| Fleet of foot, and light of finger | 
| If you call the law | 
| I’ll string you up, and then I’ll skin ya' | 
| (Spoken) | 
| So here I stand before you, prepared to meet my fate | 
| Declared the public enemy, the very devil incarnate | 
| Now this should be my reckoning, but it is not to be | 
| They underestimated my power of threats, and bribery | 
| The verdict will be innocent, my tale will be believed | 
| The jury have the choice to leave here rich, or? | 
| Dulled | 
| The judge is in my pocket, so are the police | 
| I’ve every angled covered, and every palm greased | 
| Here comes the verdict, not guilty! | 
| See I live to see another day of vice, and villainy | 
| Cause I’m | 
| Bad, bad, bad, bad to the bone | 
| Steal your watch, or pick your pocket | 
| If you’re leaving home | 
| Slam the door be sure to lock it | 
| Bad to the core | 
| Fleet of foot, and light of finger | 
| If you call the law | 
| I’ll string you up, and then I’ll skin ya' | 
| Bad to the bone | 
| String you up, and then I’ll skin ya' |