Songtext
Pretty girl, wreckin' bar
Ra ra ra ra yeah, you are!
Growin' 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 that I'm from very far
Les femmes, les bars, c'est pas une joie
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 oughta
I know you're your mother's daughter
Well brought up and royal blue
I haven't got the time for you!
Finger pointing, presupposing
Watch out man, that door's a-closing
This is what you get when you turn your back
A clear blue sky turning grey and black!
