Bucket List - The Bellamy Brothers

You’re comin' off-a my bucket list

You’re goin' on to my fuck-it list

Girl, you know that I tried to hang the moon for you

My infatuation was genuine through and through

I guess I was smittin', but now I can finally see the light

Girl, you stomped all over my heart, and that ain’t right

You’re comin' off-a my bucket list

You’re goin' on to my fuck-it list

Girl, you’re provin' you can’t be true

I’m tired of playin' the fool for you

Like a politician, or a damned old T.V. preacher man

I’m jottin' down your name onto things that I don’t understand

I’m fed up with your bull, oh I don’t know why it took so long

I guess I ain’t too smart but my heart wants to dedicate one last song

You’re comin' off-a my bucket list

You’re goin' on to my fuck-it list

Girl, you’re provin' you can’t be true

I’m tired of playin' the fool for you

You’re comin' off-a my bucket list

You’r goin' on to my fuck-it list

You left me singin' the blus again

It’s plain to see that you ain’t my friend

You’re comin' off-a my bucket list

You’re goin' on to my fuck-it list

Girl, you’re provin' you can’t be true

I’m tired of playin' the fool for you

You’re comin' off-a my bucket list

You’re goin' on to my fuck-it list

You left me singin' the blues again

It’s plain to see that you ain’t my friend

You’re comin' off-a my bucket list

You’re goin' on to my fuck-it list

Girl, you’re provin' you can’t be true

I’m tired of playin' the fool for you

You’re comin' off-a my bucket list

You’re goin' on to my fuck-it list

You left me singin' the blues again

It’s plain to see that you ain’t my friend