(Wood, Stewart)

Sweatin' hard, I didn't get a shot

All I did was stand around and get too hot

Knowin' all the people walkin' on my side

Losin' all my money and I'm getting tired

All the women come a-runnin' like he's Getty's son

Makes you kind of jealous but it sure is fun

I don't mind, but he wants my lady too



You know the crowd gets bigger as the word goes 'round

Pool hall king was playin' back in town

Minnesota Fats standin' up at the back

Tryin' to hide himself in a plastic mack

You ought to hear the silence when the kid walks in

His reputation's bigger than gasoline

I don't mind but he's tryin' to fill my lady too

Pool Hall Richard, you're far too wicked we know

Pool Hall Richard, kid you're wicked, we know

You broke more hearts than a gigolo could ever do

With your yellow carnation and your pink satin shoe

You make me jealous but I worship you

One day soon I'm gonna beat you clean

Wipe that smile right off your chin

Everybody gonna drive from miles around

Cuein' up to see me take away your crown

Then you'll never never ever take my lady then



Pool Hall Richard, you're far too wicked we know

Pool Hall Richard, kid you're wicked, we know

You broke more hearts than a gigolo could ever do



Bam goes the brown, that's another one down

Know they play much better when the sun goes down

Bang goes the green, you're so obscene

Your hands are dirty but your scent is clean

Bam goes the blue, lock away your cue

The pool hall king is hustlin' you

Bam goes the 8-ball, didn't see it spin at all

This kid can play, oh yeah



Bam goes the brown, ooh another one down

Know they play much better