Testo Pool Hall Richard - Single Version; 2006 Remaster - Faces
Testo della canzone Pool Hall Richard - Single Version; 2006 Remaster (Faces), tratta dall'album 1970-1975: You Can Make Me Dance, Sing or Anything
Sweatin' hard, I didn't get a shot
All I did was stand around and get too hot
Knowin' all the people wasn't on my side
Losin' all my money and I'm getting tired
All the women come around him
Like he's Getty's son
Makes you kind of jealous, but it sure is fun
I don't mind, but he wants my lady too
You know the crowd gets bigger as the word goes 'round
Pool Hall king was playin' back in town
Minnesota Fats, standin' up at the back
Tryin' to hide himself in a plastic mac
You ought to hear the silence
When the kid walks in
His reputation's bigger than gasoline
I don't mind, but he's tryin' to feel my lady too
Pool Hall Richard, you're far too wicked, we know
Pool Hall Richard, kid you're wicked, we know
You broke more hearts than a gigolo could ever do
With your yellow carnation and your pink satin suit
You make me jealous, but I worship you
One day soon, I'm gonna beat you clean
Wipe that smile right off your chin
Everybody gonna drive from miles around
Quein' up to see me, take away your crown
Then you'll never, never, ever take my lady love
C'mon
Pool Hall Richard, you're far too wicked, we know, yes we do
Pool Hall Richard, kid you're wicked, we know
You broke more hearts than a gigolo could ever do, dig this
Bang goes the brown, that's another one down
Know they play much better when the sun gone down
Bang goes the green, you're so obscene
Your hands are dirty but your skin is clean
Bang goes the blue, lock away your cue
The poor Hall king is hustlin' you
Bang goes the eight ball, didn't see it spin at all
This kid can play, oh yeah
Bang goes the brown, ooh, another one down
Know they play much better, now the sun gone down
Bang goes the green, you're so obscene
Your hands are dirty, your scent is clean
Down the pink, one more to sink
Gonna beat you someday, 'cause you're makin' me sick
Down on the black at the back of the pack
You nearly missed, you ain't so hot
Pool Hall Richard, kids you're wicked, we know
You broke more hearts than a gigolo could ever do
You're breakin' my heart
'Cause you're stealin' my tart, no, no, no
Shut up!
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Writer(s): Ronald David Wood, Steve Harley
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