Bad Apple Lyrics by David Wilcox

Clean Lyric

Paragraph Lyric

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

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Some people call me a bad appleWell i may be bruisedBut i still taste sweetSome people call me a bad appleBut i may be the sweetest apple on the treeIve got the notion to tell you aboutMy history, peopleIve got the notion to tell you aboutHow i came up in the world(now look)I used to go to school and act a clown and foolAnd i used to chase the ladies all around (gimme some)I used to spend my money and tried actin’ funnyUntil i hit my nose on the ground (ow!)Some people call me a bad appleWell i may be bruisedBut i still taste sweetSome people call me a bad appleBut i may be the sweetest apple on the treeNow my teacher tried to tell meThat i could never succeed in the world of buis-ness, yeahI said that’s okay teacher, hmm hmmCuz i never did wanna give anybody the buis-ness, noBut 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 outYou 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 tasteSome people call me a bad appleWell i may be bruisedBut i still taste sweetSome people call me a bad appleBut i may be the sweetest apple on the treeIts my time, hey!I want everybody to listen to me nowIts my time, hey!And i want everybody to listen to me nowLook, listen to the recordI’ll admit i have been lazyAnd i’ve been called crazyIn my time i’ve played and playedBut i can get down and quit foolin’ aroundWhen the weather gets roughSituation gets tough..Some people call me a bad appleWell i may be bruisedBut i still taste sweetSome people call me a bad appleBut i may be the sweetest apple on the treeI may be the sweetest sweet apple on the treeI may be the sweetest sweet apple on the tree
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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