BAD CASE OF LOVE
(B.B. King)
THE PALADINS (Big Beat, 1987)

I live in loneliness, I never gets no rest
I went to my doctor to get out of this mess
He looked at me before cast his spell
Shook his head then began to yell
Bad case of love
You got a bad case of love
You got a bad case of love
And your heart is filled with misery

I said doctor, doctor, do something for me
I feel like a man under the third degree
Can't let me think, can't even talk
Since you've been gone nothing ever goes right
I got a bad case of love
Such a bad case of love
I got a bad case of love
And my heart is filled with misery

He said, son, I know just how you feel
You love your little baby and you always will
But your wind is short, your pulse is week
It won't be long before you're six feet deep
You got a bad case of love
You got a bad case of love
You got a bad case of love
And your heart is filled with misery

I said doctor, doctor, do something for me
I feel like a man under the third degree
I can't let me think, I can't even talk
Since you've been gone nothing ever goes right
I got a bad case of love
I got a bad case of love
I got a bad case of love
And my heart is filled with misery

He said, son I know just how you feel
You love your little baby and you always will
But your wind is short, your pulse is week
It won't be long before you're six feet deep
Bad case of love
You got a bad case of love
You got a bad case of love
Boy, your heart is filled with misery