Sweet F.A. — текст песни (The Sweet)

Connolly/Priest/Scott/Tucker

Well it`s friday night
And I need a fight
And if she don`t spread
I`m gonna bust her head
The guy`s gone mad
`Cause his chicks been had
But what can we do
When there`s four of you

Sweet f.a. - never gonna make it
Sweet f.a. - people think we fake it
Sweet f.a. - now we`re gonna take it
Sweet f.a.

Try to pull me out
Like a roustabout
Gonna spend my bread
Then I`ll kick your head
You`re just my size
But if you`re so wise
See the chick in black
Maybe she`ll come back

Sweet f.a. - never gonna make it
Sweet f.a. - people think we fake it
Sweet f.a. - now we`re gonna take it
Sweet f.a.

Yeah, the hurstle`s now
Really nice somehow
See the street car scene
From the black limousine
Shout it out
Let it all hang out
But you won`t get rough
`Cause it`s all a bluff

Sweet f.a. - never gonna make it
Sweet f.a. - people think we fake it
Sweet f.a. - now we`re gonna take it
Sweet f.a.