Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra)

Pretty girl, wrecking' barRa ra ra ra yeah you areGrowing up, I'm twice the manYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I amThe angel's game, F Scott FitzgeraldThe evening news and the morning heraldI know they're not from very farBut those girls do nothing for meWhere you been? You can't say?Hey hey hey hey yeah you mayThat might seem a bit belowNo no no it's funny thoughLet's go home, I think we oughttaI know you're your mother's daughterWell brought up and royal blueBut I haven't got the time for youFinger pointing, pre-supposingWatch out man the doors are closingThis is what you get when you turn your backA clear blue sky turning dirty black