Hey you Buck – I beg your pardon Sir - Now that's Better! I'm the kind of guy who's never out to make a fight But no matter what I do my life just won't go right When I'm walking down the street I spot a likely dame She'll turn up to be a bloke which isn't quite the same
I got a nose for trouble, Double trouble is my name Always me who gets the blame Double trouble is my name
Driving down the highway I was making quite a pace Saw this guy behind who seemed just boiling for a race Swung the needle of the top but he kept on my tail Thought I was a winner till I heard his siren wail
Dancing down the discotheque my head began to ache Asked a girl beside me if she'd something I could take I was out for three clear days, the doctors gave up Hope How was I to know that slack was down there pushing Dope
When I first got in this game I thought I'd be a star Came across this manager behind a fat cigar He said "I can see my boy, your fame is very near, But first of all, there's certain things you've got to Do my dear"
No no no no - He's up again - What are we gonna do? Get rid of him, shoot him! Hey Svengali, give us a break for Queen's sake! Send him back to Russia!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
