ROD STEWART

ROD STEWART - POOL HALL RICHARD lyrics

rate me

(Rod Stewart, Ron Wood)

Sweatin' hard, I didn't get a shot

All I did was stand around and get too hot

Knowin' all the people walkin' on my side

Losin' all my money and I'm killin' time

Ol' Bill he come a-runnin' like he's gettin' some

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 mack

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 fill my lady too, ha ha

Pool Hall Richard

You're far too wicked we know, ha

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

Queueing up to see me take away your crown

Then you'll never never ever take my lady then

Get out

Pool Hall Richard

You're far too wicked we know, ha

Pool Hall Richard

Kid you're wicked, we know

You broke more hearts

Than a gigolo could ever do

Dig this

Bam goes the brown, that's another one down

Know they play much better when the sun goes down

Bang goes the green, you're so obscene

Your hands are dirty but your scent is clean

Bam goes the blue, lock away your cue

The Pool Hall King is hustlin' you

Bam goes the 8-ball, didn't see it spin at all

This kid can play, oh yeah

Bam goes the brown, ooh another one down

Know they play much better when the sun goes down

Bang goes the green, you're so obscene

Your hands are dirty, your scent is clean

Damn 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

Aw, you nearly missed, you ain't so hot

Pool Hall Richard

Kid you're wicked, we know

You broke more hearts

Than a gigolo could ever do

You're breakin' my heart

But you're stealin' my tart, no no no

Shut up

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