Games Songtext

von Bob Hillman

Games

I'm afraid of losing at games
Not knowing critical dates or the manes
Of monarchs and others deserving acclaim

I'm afraid of going bald
The clear-cut jokes and the names I'd be called
The men so smug, the ladies appalled
I'm afraid of going bald

The missing link, the hidden clue
Every, word I say is true
I don't lie excerpt to you
You, of course, and maybe a few others listeners
Determined to prove that
They knew what I knew

I'm afraid of getting sick
Unmerciful time and it's tick, tick, tick
The room so cold, the atmosphere thick
I'm afraid of getting sick

I'm afraid of loosing you
Thed ead-letter days and nights to get through
Suffer, surrender and start over new
I'm afraid of loosing you
I'm afraid of loosing at games

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