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