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!

 Guitar Solo

 Finger pointing, presupposing,
 Watch out, man, that door's a-closing,
 This is what you get when you turn your back,
 clear blue sky turning dirty black!