'cos this old nightlife Lord it's a bad life Don't you know it's k**ing me I'm getting tired Of running 'round I beleive I'll get married I'll settle down 'cos this old nightlife Hey this mean old sportlife Don't you know it's k**ing me I've got a letter From my home Most of my good friends are They are dead and gone Its making me worry That there's no need to wonder 'bout the times that are to come I've been a gambler I've cheated too But now it's my turn My turn to lose 'cos this old nightlife You know she's holding the best hand Tell me what can I do Mama used to phone On her knees and pray These are the very very words she used to say She say my young Robert Oh my dear sweet loving Robert Won't you please change your ways I'm getting tired Of running 'round I beleive I'll get married I'll settle down 'cos this old nightlife Hey this mean old sportlife Don't you know it's k**ing me