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Pool Hall Richard [#] (Bonus)
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Sweatin' hard, I didn't get a shot
All I did was stand around and get too hot
Knowin' all the people wasn't on my side
Losin' all my money, and I'm gettin' tired
All the women crawl around him like he's Getty's son
Makes you kind of jealous, but it sure is fun
I don't mind, but he wants my lady too
You know the crowd gets bigger as the word goes 'round
Pool hall king is playin' back in town
Minnesota Fats standin' up at the back
Tryin' to hide himself in a plastic mac'
You ought to hear the silence when the kid walks in
His reputation's bigger than gasoline
I don't mind, but he's tryin' to feel my lady too
Pool Hall Richard, you're far too wicked, we know
Pool Hall Richard, kid, you're wicked, we know
You broke more hearts
Than a gigolo could ever do
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
Queuin' up to see me take away your crown
Then you'll never, never, ever take my lady love, ah
Pool Hall, Pool Hall Richard, you're far too wicked, we know, yes we do
Pool Hall Richard, kid, you're wicked, we know, woo
You broke more hearts than a gigolo could ever do
Dig this
Bam goes the brown, that's another one down
Know they play much better when the sun goes 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 hustlin' you
Bam goes the 8-ball, didn't see it spin at all
This kid can play, oh yeah, ooh!
Bam goes the brown, ooh, another one down
Know they play much better now the sun goin' 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 makin' me sick
Down on the black, at the back of the pack
Aw, you nearly missed, you ain't so hot, ooh-ooh!
Pool Hall Richard, kid, you're wicked, we know
You broke more hearts than a gigolo could ever do
Whoo, ooh
You're breakin' my heart
But you're stealin' my tart, no, no, no
Oh-oh, whoo
Shut up!
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