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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
Vocals
Ron Wood
Ron Wood
Guitar
Ronnie Lane
Ronnie Lane
Bass Guitar
Kenny Jones
Kenny Jones
Drums
Ian McLagan
Ian McLagan
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
Songwriter
Ron Wood
Ron Wood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bill Inglot
Bill Inglot
Mastering Engineer
Mike Bobak
Mike Bobak
Producer
Dan Hersch
Dan Hersch
Mastering Engineer
EDDY OFFORD
EDDY OFFORD
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sweating hard, I didn't get a shot
All I did was stand around and get too hot
Knowing all the people walking on my side
Losing all my money and I'm getting tired
All the women crawl around him like he's Getty's son
Makes you kinda jealous, but it sure is fun
I don't mind, but he wants my lady too
[Verse 2]
You know the crowd gets bigger as the word goes round
Pool hall king was playing back in town
Minnesota Fats standing up at the back
Trying to hide himself in a plastic mat
You oughta hear the silence when the kid walks in
His reputation's bigger than gasoline
I don't mind, but he's trying to fill my lady too
[Verse 3]
Pool Hall Richard, you're far too wicked, we know
Pool Hall Richard, kid, you're wicked, we know
You broke my heart, same as you could ever do
[Verse 4]
With your yellow carnation and your pink satin suit
You make me jealous, but I worship you
One day soon I'm gonna beat you clean
Wipe that smile right off your chin
Everybody gonna drive from miles around
Cueing up to see me take away your crown
Then you'll never, never, ever take my lady then
[Verse 5]
Pool Hall Richard, you're far too wicked, we know
Yes, we do
Pool Hall Richard, kid, you're wicked, we know
You broke my heart same as you could ever do
Dig this
[Verse 6]
Bam goes the brown, that's another one down
Know they play much better when the sun go down
Bang goes the green, you're so obscene
Your hands are dirty, but your scent is clean
Bam goes the blue, lock away your cue
The pool hall king is hustling you
Bam goes the 8-ball, didn't see it spin at all
This kid can play, oh, yeah
[Verse 7]
Bam, goes the brown, ooh, another one down
Know they play much better now the sun go down
Bang, goes the green, you're so obscene
Your hands are dirty, your scent is clean
Damn the pink, one more to sink
Gonna beat you someday 'cause you're making me sick
Down on the black, at the back of the pack
Aw, you nearly missed, you ain't so hot
[Verse 8]
Pool Hall Richard, kid you're wicked, we know
You broke my heart same as you could ever do
[Verse 9]
You're breaking my heart
But you're stealing my tart, no, no, no
[Verse 10]
Shut up
Written by: Rod Stewart, Ronnie Wood
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