Текст (слова) песни: The Guess Who - Coors for Sunday
(B. Cummings - D. Troiano)
Hey dreambreaker, you gonna laugh now that you fell down? You broke my will and stole my soul, without even a half-ass frown.
You got Coors for Sunday, you got a way with the Negro boys, Comes to steppin` on their women, spendin` all your cash just to hear their noise.
You got cool, not even you could ever get that hip, Seems your nose started runnin` everytime you tried to let your backbone slip, You know it ain`t right when you`re screamin` in the morning...
You got Kings at your table, they`re just a backstreet bunch of clowns, Steppin` out, have a look over, I hope I`m there to see you tumble on down.
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