Lyrics The Knack - Squeeze

The Knack

Standing by the curate
Hat over his eyes
Smokes drifts slowly from him
Looking kind and wise
Seen him in the papers
Murdered by Malone
Heard the bomber whisper
Something about the phone
Watch out on the corner
Standing by the rack
Little Gringo told her
Shot him in the back
Now I’m shaking
Yes I’m shaking
Now I’m shaking
'Cause I ain’t got the knack
Colours seem most
Hands against the wheel
Flowers for opinion
Whiskey is up to deal
Stalling in the warehouse
Bowling alley too
Look behind the jury
Scared to point at you
Watch out on the corner
Standing by the rack
Little Gringo told her
Shot him in the back
Now I’m shaking
Yes I’m shaking
Now I’m shaking
'Cause I ain’t got the knack
Round and round the city
Taxes all fall down
Shot out in a Citroen
East side of the town
Waffle in a Guinness
Tied between the bars
Fifty fifty chances
Bulletproof all cars
Watch out on the corner
Standing by the rack
Little Gringo told her
Shot him in the back
Now I’m shaking
Yes I’m shaking
Now I’m shaking
'Cause I ain’t got the knack