Richard Thompson - The Rival lyrics

Thompson Oh, I can lick you fairly, squarely Give your head a mighty crack Make your nose bleed down your shirt front With one hand behind my back. Toorah loorah, toorah loorah Toorah loorah, toorah loorah. I set my heart on Jeannie Wilson She's the one I'm going to see If you're of the same persuasion There's no room for you and me. Toorah loorah, toorah loorah Toorah loorah, toorah loorah. I love to see those stuffy airs and graces The more pumped up, the more they tend to fall right on their faces. You might have a few pounds on me You might have the edge in height But I can do a trick or two To rattle your teeth and dim your lights. Toorah loorah, toorah loorah Toorah loorah, toorah loorah. I love to see those stuffy airs and graces The more pumped up, the more they tend to fall right on their faces. You come from a different planet Sexy motor, groovy tan I fought my way up from under I don't have no back-up plan. Toorah loorah, toorah loorah Toorah loorah, toorah loorah.