The Snooker Song Songtext
von Mike Batt

Then the banker endorsed a blank check, which he
Crossed, and changed his loose silver for notes
The baker, with care, combed his whiskers
And hair and shook the dust out of his coats
The maker of bonnets ferociously planned a novel
Arrangement of bows, while the billiard marker
With quivering hand, was chalking the tip of his nose
It′s only a game, so put up a real good fight
I'm gonna be snookering you tonight
I′m famed for my aim, so you better believe I'm right
I'm gonna be snookering you, snookering you tonight
I could spend days gazing across the bays at you
You′ll never win when I begin, might
Break a fifty-eight or maybe more
Who can be sure?
To say it′s a frame-up wouldn't be fair or right
I′m gonna be snookering you tonight
Resist me in vain, but victory's in my sight


I′m gonna be snookering you, snookering you tonight
Love is a game, snooker's the same, so join the queue
Get a good grip, don′t let it slip, and think
About the pink, don't let a red go to your head
It's only a game, so put up a real good fight
I′m gonna be snookering you, snookering you tonight
To say it′s a frame-up wouldn't be fair or right
I′m gonna be snookering you tonight
Resist me in vain, but victory's in my sight
I′m gonna be snookering you, snookering you tonight
Love is a game, snooker's the same, so join the queue
Get a good grip, don′t let it slip, and think
About the pink, don't let a red go to your head
It's only a game, so put up a real good fight
I′m gonna be snookering you, snookering you tonight
Snookering you, snookering you tonight
Snookering you, snookering you tonight
Woo!