Gametime Lyrics - Keith Emerson Band - Keith Emerson

Running down the white line 

Drumming up a pastime 

Throwing a pink tirade 

Along came a spider 

And sat down beside her and said 

What you got to trade? 

My raison d'ette is bringing back summer 

As long as you can take the heat 

Well, it's gametime 

Bottom feeders and catholic cheaters 

Busting with feminine riches 

Who could resist that perfect kiss 

But I don't need to rip these stitches 

All her norths are going south 

Shame it isn't followed by her mouth 

'Cause it's gametime 

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Running low on fallen angels to carry this weight 

Too much rhyme and not much reason 

And too much on my plate 

Raised from two in royal blue 

But we know that dog don't hunt 

Bleeding red in the corner from ol' Jack Horner 

The only thing to do is punt 

Nothing ventured is nothing spent 

But you can bend back far enough to pay the rent 

When it's gametime 

Walking through that fire 

Just to keep from getting cold 

The pitch is sharp and getting higher 

Hope my luck still holds 

Off the chain with both barrels pointed 

Channeling Jackie Brown 

Clean, anointed and double-jointed 

Arguing the whole way down 

Photos 

Nobody here's seen nothing like it 

I believe they've got a point 

And it's gametime 

Yeah 

And it's on, it's gametime 

Yeah, yeah