Pretty girl, wrecking'bar, ra ra ra r a yeah you are
Growing up, I'm twice the man, yeah yea h yeah ye ah yeah I am
The angel's gave, F Scott Fitzgerald
The evening news and the morning herald
I know they're not 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 n o 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
(x2)
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