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 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!