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 you're from very far,
Les femmes, les bars; c'est pas une joie!
"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!
Finger pointing, 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!
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"Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra)" as written by Frederick Cowan Justin Hayward-young
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