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Faces

Genres: Rock

Pool Hall Richard Lyrics - Faces

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 getting tired 

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 

 

Pool Hall Richard, you're far too wicked, we know, ha 

Pool Hall Richard, kid you're wicked, we know 

You broke my heart 

Same as you could ever do 

 

With your yellow carnation and your pink satin shoe 

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 

Cuein' up to see me take away your crown 

Then you'll never, never, ever take my lady then 

 

Pool Hall Richard, you're far too wicked we know, yes we do 

Pool Hall Richard, kid you're wicked, we know, woo 

You broke my heart 

Same as you 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, woo ow 

 

Bam goes the brown, ooh another one down 

Know they play much better now the sun goin' 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 my heart 

Same as you could ever do 

 

You're breakin' my heart 

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

Ow ow ow ow woo 

Shut up 

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