Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra)

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!