The Vaccines - Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra) Lyrics

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