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 angels gave F Scott Fitzgerald

The evening news and the morning herald

I now that you're from very far

Les femmes les bars

C'est pas une joie

Where you've 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 outta

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, that door's a-closing

This is what you get when you turn your back

A very blue sky, tell you turn your back