Вершы: Status Quo. Diggin Burt Bacharach.

I got two black eyes
A nasty cut on my nose
A real funny feeling
From my head to my toes

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 water gate
Two and eight, I didn't hesitate
Day time, night time
Underline, I got to draw the line

Blackjack clap trap
Any kind of flap trap
Big mac lookin' back
Diggin' burt bacharach, oh