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 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