Two Shots Of Happy, One Shot Of Sad (Птаха - лучший фит) (исполнитель: Nancy Sinatra)
Two shots of happy One shot of sad You think he’s no good Well he knew he was bad Took him to a place Now he can’t get back Two shots of happy One shot of sad We walked together down a dead end street Mixing the bitter with the sweet Don’t try to figure out what we might’ve had Just two shots of happy One shot of sad He was a singer Some say a sinner Rolling the dice Not always a winner You said he was lucky But [bad word] he made his own Not part of the crowd Not feeling alone Under pressure But not bent out of shape Surrounded, he always found an escape It drove him to drink But hey, that’s not all bad Two shots of happy One shot of sad Yes he was greedy all of his life Greedy with his children, his lovers, his wife Greedy for the good things, as well as the bad Two shots of happy One shot of sad Well maybe it was talk Saloon singing The chairs are all stacked And the swingers stopped swinging You said he hurt you You put the finger on yourself And after you did it You ran crying for his help Two shots of happy One shot of sad He’s [bad word] Baby he’s glad You call [bad word] Well, what’s that? Two shots of happy One shot of sad Two shots of happy And one shot of sad