Lyrics:

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