Wreckin' Bar (ra Ra Ra) Lyrics

Vaccines Wreckin' Bar (ra Ra Ra)

Pretty girl, wrecking' bar
Ra ra ra ra yeah you are
Growing up, I'm twice the man
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I am

The angel's game, F Scott Fitzgerald
The evening news and the morning herald
I know they're not from very far
But those girls do nothing for me

Where you been? You can't 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 oughtta
I know you're your mother's daughter
Well brought up and royal blue
But I haven't got the time for you

Finger pointing, pre-supposing
Watch out man the doors are closing
This is what you get when you turn your back
A clear blue sky turning dirty black