Плохие новости пришли в город: они ходят в трёх футах над землёй, заказывают ещё выпивки и потеряли главный приз.
Bad news is come to town
Hes walking three feet off the ground
Hes ordering another round.
Bound by his own ideas,
Lost, doesnt know where she is found.
Bad news is fighting mad
He went and lost the biggest prize he ever had
But a prizefighter cant be sad
When he smiles under golden lights and lamps
Taking daylight fights again and again.
Bad news is come to town
Hes walking three feet off the ground
Hes ordering another round.
Bound by his own ideas,
Lost, doesnt know where she is gone.
Bad news is fighting mad
He went and lost the biggest prize he ever had
But a prizefighter cant be sad
When he smiles under golden lights and lamps
Taking daylight fights again and again.
Bad news is come to town.