200 Frank Sinatras Songtext
von David McCormack and The Polaroids

So Jay here lives next-door
He′s up all night in the garden
Making noise and talking
He chopped off half his finger
I ponder and I linger
He's cutting up that plant
So really bad

With two hundred Frank Sinatras
Who couldn′t make me a non-starter
In the race to the bottom of your heart
And I know you see right through me
And it nearly killed me
You can bet your life on it


Paul's bin don't go out anymore
The filter′s on
But yeah, nah, he′s gone
And his daughter came around
With a four month baby boy
To let us know, to let us know
She's already gone

With two hundrеd Frank Sinatras
Who couldn′t make me a non-starter
In thе race to the bottom of your heart
And I know you see right through me
But it nearly killed me
You can bet your life on it

With such a stylish au pair
Falling halfway up the stairs
Well it's okay, you′ll feel fine in the moming
But at night they're still tearing up the road

With two hundred Frank Sinatras
Who couldn′t make me a non-starter
In the race to the bottom of your heart
And I know you see right through me
And it nearly killed me
You can bet your life on it

You can bet your life on this