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



Ive got the notion to tell you about

My history, people

Ive got the notion to tell you about

How i came up in the world

(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 actin' 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 buis-ness, yeah

I said that's okay teacher, hmm hmm

Cuz i never did wanna give anybody the buis-ness, no

But teacher listen, teacher..! TEACHER..!

We got a message for ya'll, it goes like this teacher...

Look teacher, you egghead, you think you got the world sorted out

You never did learn how to treat a man...

You need to eat a slice of humble pie!

And the longer you wait, the worst 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



Its my time, hey!

I want everybody to listen to me now

Its 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



I may be the sweetest sweet apple on the tree

I may be the sweetest sweet apple on the tree