Diggin' Burt Bacharach
Lyrics
I got two black eyes
A nasty cut on my nose
A real funny feeling
From my head to my toes
But does she care
No she don't care
No she don't care
But she loves me just the same
Blind date, overweight
Made me late, I couldn't navigate
Red wine, white wine
Rise and shine I got to draw the line
Black jack clap trap
Any kind of flap trap
Big mac, lookin' back
Diggin' burt bacharach oh
We're in a black limousine
And onto a plane
Into the hotel
Missin' breakfast again
But does she care
No she don't care
No she don't care
But she loves me just the same
Contemplate my watergate
Two and eight, I didn't hesitate
Day time, night time
Underline, I gotta draw the line
Blackjack clap trap
Any kind of flap trap
Big mac lookin' back
Diggin' burt bacharach oh
Writer(s): FRANCIS ROSSI, ROBERT YOUNG
Copyright(s): Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, BMG Rights Management
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