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 angels gave F. Scott Fitzgerald The evening news and the morning herald I know that offer very far But I found you pa**ed out by the drawer! "Where you been?" you can 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; royal blue I haven't got the time for you! [Guitar Solo:] English boy named, presupposing Watch out, man, that door's a-closing This is what you get when you turn your back A clear blue sky turning dirty black!