Billy J. Kramer used to look like a very friendly chipmunk blowing kisses and not exactly over the top teen girls in 1965.
Crossed pop along with the rest of the Brit Invasion and on “Bad To Me” takes out the Merseybeat handbook, quasi-skittle shuffle, swing the back beat with a triple on the last word of the verse, and, of course, enlist the natural to reflect your emotional state.
The verse is great, the bridge is the chorus is the bridge to stretch it to the two minute mark.
Catchy as all hell and not as simple as you’d think.