Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra)

Pretty girl wrecking' 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 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 oughta

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 presupposing

Watch out man the doors are closing

This is what you get when you turn your back

A clear blue sky turning dirty black