Tyres goin' bald, engine's blowin' smoke Radio don't work, neither does the choke Well, he's had himself a shower He's been down a hole all day And he's headin' into town To howl the night away
He's in love, big time honey You can see it in his eye Every time she swishes by Oh he's in love, he's in love With the girl behind the bar in Coober Pedy
Well, his aftershave is cheap And his hair is goin' thin Boots are polished up And his flannelette's tucked in He's got a pack of Winnie Blues And a Zippo for some class And if you suggest it otherwise You can blow it out, ya trumpet
Well, he goes to ask her on a date Whenever it's his shout He'll think of something good to say And then he chickens out He sees a lack of interest As just playing hard to get But she's already got a feller He just doesn't know that yetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
