Bad Apple

Some people call me a bad apple Well I may be bruised but I still taste sweet Some people call me a bad apple But I may be the sweetest apple on the tree I've got the notion to tell you about my history, people I've got the notion to tell you about how I came up in the world yeah Now look...I used to go to school and act a clown and fool And I used to chase the ladies all around Gimme some I used to spend my money and tried acting funny Until I hit my nose on the ground Ow! Some people call me a bad apple Well I may be bruised but I still taste sweet Some people call me a bad apple But I may be the sweetest apple on the tree Now my teacher tried to tell me That I could never succeed in the world of business, yeah. I said,That's o.k. teacher. Cause I never did want to give anybody the business. But teacher listen Teacher, teacher we got a message for you now Goes like this teacher Oh teacher You egghead You think you've got the world sewed up You never did learn how to treat a man You need to eat a slice of humble pie And the longer you wait the worse it's gonna taste Some people call me a bad apple Well I may be bruised but I still taste sweet Some people call me a bad apple But I may be the sweetest apple on the tree It's my time Hey! I want everybody to listen to me now It's my time Hey! And I want everybody to listen to me now Look listen to the record I'll admit I have been lazy And I've been called crazy In my time I've played and played But I can get down And quit foolin' around When the weather gets rough Situation gets tough Some people call me a bad apple Well I may be bruised but I still taste sweet Some people call me a bad apple But I may be the sweetest apple on the tree Some people call me a bad apple Well I may be the sweetest apple on the tree I may be the sweetest sweet apple on the tree I may be the sweetest sweet apple on the tree