| Lyrics: | (Rod Stewart)
Stand here ev'ry night,
I'm wearin' my number,
but she said wear
it,
touching up another fool.
In a jukebox job downin' blues
in her leopard-skin
anklehigh boots
while I'm jackin' off
readin' Playboy on a hot afternoon.
I'm a
three time loser.
Caught it up in Monterey,
shook it up in East Virginia,
now my friends
say it's here to stay.
How dare you have a party
in a Chelsea basement
when the
poor excited Jezebel said come outside.
She felt me up and kissed my face,
put her dirty
hands down in my pants.
She took all of my money,
left me naked by the silvery
moon.
I'm a three time loser.
Caught it up in Monterey,
shook it up in East
Virginia,
now my friends say it's here to stay.
Roll away, roll away, all of you
women;
I don't think I need you anymore.
There'll be no more doctor's bills,
there'll be
no more swallowing pills.
And I've found a woman
that can witness that in blood out of
me.
I'm a three time loser.
Caught it up in Monterey,
shook it up in East
Virginia,
now my friends say it's here to stay.
I'm a three time loser.
Caught it
up in Monterey,
shook it up in East Virginia,
now my friends say it's here to stay. |
