| Sweatin' hard, I didn’t get a shot
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| All I did was stand around and get too hot
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| Knowin' all the people walkin' on my side
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| Losin' all my money and I’m getting tired
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| All the women come a-runnin' like he’s Getty’s son
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| Makes you kind of jealous but it sure is fun
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| I don’t mind, but he wants my lady too
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| You know the crowd gets bigger as the word goes 'round
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| Pool hall king was playin' back in town
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| Minnesota Fats standin' up at the back
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| Tryin' to hide himself in a plastic mack
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| You ought to hear the silence when the kid walks in
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| His reputation’s bigger than gasoline
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| I don’t mind but he’s tryin' to fill my lady too
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| Pool Hall Richard, you’re far too wicked we know
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| Pool Hall Richard, kid you’re wicked, we know
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| You broke more hearts than a gigolo could ever do
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| With your yellow carnation and your pink satin shoe
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| You make me jealous but I worship you
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| One day soon I’m gonna beat you clean
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| Wipe that smile right off your chin
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| Everybody gonna drive from miles around
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| Cuein' up to see me take away your crown
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| Then you’ll never never ever take my lady then
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| Pool Hall Richard, you’re far too wicked we know
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| Pool Hall Richard, kid you’re wicked, we know
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| You broke more hearts than a gigolo could ever do
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| Bam goes the brown, that’s another one down
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| Know they play much better when the sun goes down
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| Bang goes the green, you’re so obscene
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| Your hands are dirty but your scent is clean
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| Bam goes the blue, lock away your cue
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| The pool hall king is hustlin' you
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| Bam goes the 8-ball, didn’t see it spin at all
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| This kid can play, oh yeah
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| Bam goes the brown, ooh another one down
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| Know they play much better when the sun goes down
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| Bang goes the green, you’re so obscene
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| Your hands are dirty, your scent is clean
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| Damn the pink, one more to sink
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| Gonna beat you someday 'cause you’re makin' me sick
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| Down on the black, at the back of the pack
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| Aw, you nearly missed, you ain’t so hot
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| Pool Hall Richard, kid you’re wicked, we know
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| You broke more hearts than a gigolo could ever do
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| You’re breakin' my heart
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| But you’re stealin' my tart
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| Shut up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pool Hall Richard , by - Faces. Song from the album 1970-1975: You Can Make Me Dance, Sing Or Anything..., in the genre Иностранный рок