| T.J. |
| and Charley had a little bar band
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| They played covers every Friday night
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| Bonnie was a waitress and a big fan
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| And every break the three of them would
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| Take a drink and talk about life
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| When it came to love, money or fame
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| Charley’s philosophy was always the same
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| It ain’t how good you are
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| It’s how bad you want it
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| It ain’t how good you are
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| It’s how bad you want it
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| Well, Charley loaded his old Impala
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| T.J. |
| said, «I think I’m gonna stay
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| When you hit it big there, give us a holler.»
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| And as the dust settled back down
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| Bonnie turned and asked T. J
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| «Why don’t you go, you’re good enough to try?»
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| T.J. |
| said, «Bonnie, Charley was right.»
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| It ain’t how good you are
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| It’s how bad you want it
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| (Do you want it)
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| It ain’t how good you are
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| It’s how bad you want it, how bad
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| Well, Charley got to tour with Lynyrd Skynyrd
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| And when his silver bus came rollin' through
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| Well, Bonnie made 'em all a fried chicken dinner
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| And when she left to get them pie
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| Charley said, «I loved her too
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| How did she end up with you instead?»
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| T.J. |
| said «Charley, it’s just like you said.»
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| It ain’t how good you are
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| It’s how bad you want it
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| (Do you want it)
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| Yeah, it ain’t how good you are
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| It’s how bad you want it, do you want it
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| Yeah, it ain’t how good you are
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| It’s how bad you want it
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| Hey, do you want it… |