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 wasnĄ¯t on my side
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Losin' all my money and I'm getting tired
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All the women come around him 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 mac
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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 feel 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 suit
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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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Quein' up to see me take away your crown
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Then you'll never never ever take my lady love
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Pool Hall Richard, you're far too wicked we know
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Yes we do
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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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Dig this
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Bang goes the brown, that's another one down
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Know they play much better when the sun gone down
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Bang goes the green, you're so obscene
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Your hands are dirty but your skin is clean
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Bang goes the blue, lock away your cue
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The pool hall king is hustlin' you
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Bang 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 now the gone 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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Down 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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Ah, you nearly missed, you ain't so hot
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Woooh wooh
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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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Cos you're stealin' my tart, noooh nooh no
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Aoow Aoow Aoow Aoow Aoow
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Shut up
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Pool Hall Richard
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