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Sweatin' hard, I didn't get a shot |
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All I did was stand around and get too hot |
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Knowin' all the people walkin' on my side |
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Losin' all my money and I'm getting tired |
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All the women crawl around him like he's getty's son |
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Makes you kind of jealous but it sure is fun |
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I don't mind, but he wants my lady too |
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You know the crowd gets bigger as the word goes 'round |
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Pool hall king was playin' back in town |
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Minnesota Fats standin' up at the back |
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Tryin' to hide himself in a plastic mack |
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You ought to hear the silence when the kid walks in |
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His reputation's bigger than gasoline |
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I don't mind but he's tryin' to fill my lady too |
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Pool Hall Richard, you're far too wicked we know |
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Pool Hall Richard, kid you're wicked, we know |
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You broke my heart |
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Same as you could ever do |
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With your yellow carnation and your pink satin shoe |
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You make me jealous but I worship you |
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One day soon I'm gonna beat you clean |
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Wipe that smile right off your chin |
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Everybody gonna drive from miles around |
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Cuein' up to see me take away your crown |
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Then you'll never never ever take my lady then |
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Pool Hall Richard, you're far too wicked we know |
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Pool Hall Richard, kid you're wicked, we know |
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You broke my heart |
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Sme as you could ever do |
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Dig this |
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Bam goes the brown, that's another one down |
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Know they play much better when the sun goes down |
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Bang goes the green, you're so obscene |
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Your hands are dirty but your scent is clean |
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Bam goes the blue, lock away your cue |
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The pool hall king is hustlin' you |
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Bam goes the 8-ball, didn't see it spin at all |
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This kid can play, oh yeah |
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Bam goes the brown, ooh another one down |
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Know they play much better when the sun goes down |
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Bang goes the green, you're so obscene |
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Your hands are dirty, your scent is clean |
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Damn the pink, one more to sink |
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Gonna beat you someday 'cause you're makin' me sick |
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Down on the black, at the back of the pack |
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Aw, you nearly missed, you ain't so hot |
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Pool Hall Richard, kid you're wicked, we know |
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You broke my heart |
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Same as you could ever do |
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You're breakin' my heart |
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But you're stealin' my tart |
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Shut up |
