Pretty girl,
wreckin' bar
Ra ra ra ra
yeah you are
Growing up,
I'm twice the man
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah I am
The angel's game,
F Scott Fitzgerald
The evening news
and the morning herald
I know they're not
from very far
But les femmes la-bas, c'est pas de joie
(But those girls do nothing for me)
Where you been?
You can't say?
Hey hey hey hey
yeah you may
That might seem
a bit below
No no no
it's funny though
Let's go home,
I think we oughtta
I know you're
your mother's daughter
Well brought up
and royal blue
But I haven't got
the time for you
Finger pointing,
pre-supposing
Watch out man
the doors are closing
This is what you get
when you turn your back
A clear blue sky
turning dirty black