When there's no one left to fight. Boys like him don't shine so bright,. Soon as I see the dust settle. He's out on the town tryin' to find trouble.. When there's no one left to fight.
They think were fools sitting on the corner,. Older you get the more like your father,. The more I drink the more like my brother,. Seem to have picked up on a callus trait,.
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella,. It gets poured all over her fella,. 'cause she's says, man he ain't no better. Than the next man kicking up fuss.
So lonely was the ballad. Harmonica man Sam was so knackered after jives of love. He puts on the gloves and then puts on his hat. Then its home to the missus who sits on his tongue.