Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra)

Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra)
Pretty girl, wreckin' 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 les femmes l-bas, c'est pas de joie
Where you been? You can't say?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, you may
That might seem a bit below
No, 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 and royal blue
And I haven't got the time for you
Finger pointing, presupposing
Watch out, man, the doors are closing
This is what you get when you turn your back
A clear blue sky turning dirty black