Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra)

Pretty girl, wreckin' bar 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 they'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 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 clear blue sky turning dirty black