Текст песни Squeeze - Gone to The Dogs
Squeeze - Gone to The Dogs слова песни
(difford/tilbrook)Down at the dogs the bets are placedA wad of notes rolled in a handThe floodlit track is center stageFor winning hounds to take the standIn old covert coats and trilby hatsThe owners swan around the placeThe tic tac man throws out his armsHis thin moustache stretched on his faceGone to the dogs the man and his lifeHe stands by the rail and looks at the skyConfused by the thoughtsThat stew in his mindAlone by the track on a saturday nightGone to the dogsHe stands and reflectsGone to the dogsAnd has no regretsThe restaurants full and table betsAre taken by the girls who serveThe basket meals and german wineExcitement mountsThe buzz is heardThe stadium is full of screamsAnd cigar smoke is in the airThe dogs race around on their last lapAnd down the straight they chase the hare