Pretty girl, wreckin' bar
Ra, ra, ra, ra, yeah, you are
Growin' up, I'm twice the man
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I am
The angels gave F. Scott Fitzgerald
The evening news and the morning herald
I know they're from very far
Les femmes, les bars, c'est pas une joie
"Where you been?" You can say
Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, you may
That might seem a bit below
No, no, no, it's funny though
Let's go home, I think we oughta
I know you're your mother's daughter
Well brought up and royal blue
And I haven't got the time for you
Finger pointing, presupposing
Watch out, man, that door's a-closing
This is what you get when you turn your back
A clear blue sky turning dirty black
The Vaccines - Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra) Lyrics
The Vaccines - Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra) Lyrics
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Pretty girl, wreckin' bar
Ra, ra, ra, ra, yeah, you are
Growin' up, I'm twice the man
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I am
The angels gave F. Scott Fitzgerald
The evening news and the morning herald
I know they're from very far
Les femmes, les bars, c'est pas une joie
"Where you been?" You can say
Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, you may
That might seem a bit below
No, no, no, it's funny though
Let's go home, I think we oughta
I know you're your mother's daughter
Well brought up and royal blue
And I haven't got the time for you
Finger pointing, presupposing
Watch out, man, that door's a-closing
This is what you get when you turn your back
A clear blue sky turning dirty black
Ra, ra, ra, ra, yeah, you are
Growin' up, I'm twice the man
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I am
The angels gave F. Scott Fitzgerald
The evening news and the morning herald
I know they're from very far
Les femmes, les bars, c'est pas une joie
"Where you been?" You can say
Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, you may
That might seem a bit below
No, no, no, it's funny though
Let's go home, I think we oughta
I know you're your mother's daughter
Well brought up and royal blue
And I haven't got the time for you
Finger pointing, presupposing
Watch out, man, that door's a-closing
This is what you get when you turn your back
A clear blue sky turning dirty black
Writer: Arni Hjorvar Arnason, Freddie Clayton Cowan, Peter Gareth Christopher Robertson, Justin James Hayward-Young
Copyright: Lyrics © Global Talent Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Global Talent Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: The Vaccines
Length: 1:22
Written by: Arni Hjorvar Arnason, Freddie Clayton Cowan, Peter Gareth Christopher Robertson, Justin James Hayward-Young