Coors for Sunday — текст песни (The Guess Who)

(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.