S.O.S. (Too Bad) [Live at Market Square Arena, Indianapolis, IN - July 1977] Lyrics

Stagecoach lady, long brass body
Flames a-glow in the night
Well, she would if she could
She would if she could only be in love
And she'd be out tonight

But I'm a bad, lonely school boy
And I'm a rat
Too bad, can't get my money back

Salt lake city, salt lickin' bitties
Clothes are stinkin' of gin
Say my daddy was hard
He was raised in pretty scorn
Kickin' ass and playin' poker to win

But I'm a bad, lonely school boy
And I'm a rat
Too bad, can't get my money back
That's too bad

Too bad, can't get my money back

Road lady, my mama Katie
She never leaves home in the heat
Said she'd shoot a third twice
For a heart of shiny spice
And that's what put my daddy to sleep

'Cause I'm a bad, lonely school boy
And I'm a rat
Too bad, can't get my money back

Said it's too bad, Lord, it's too bad
Said it's too bad, Lord, it's too bad
Said it's too bad, Lord, it's too bad
Said it's too bad, Lord, it's too bad