[Texas Songwriter]

My friend Matt and I fashioned a T-P in his parents garage, right next to the tanks of gasoline and terpentine, and other flammables. We started a fire in the T-P and lasted until we could not breath due to smoke and fumes in the T-P.

Then we got tired of that and took some green pain and painted their 2 week old Oldsmobile, as high as we could reach, then the outside of the garage, and then the chainlink fence.

Then we started a fire behind a cedar plantar box of our neighbors. This was when my Dad came home from work. We were behind the plantar box and I knew he could not see me. And he wouldn't have except for the smoke plume.

I was not a mean kid....I was busy growing up.

[annieokie]

Your funny. Think this song was meant for you. It is a sweet little song about a Bad little boy, will make you smile.

http://susie1114.com/Christmas/badlittleboy.html