There were rules you never told me
Never came up with a plan
All the stories that you sold me
Didn't help me understandBut I had to get it worked out
Had nobody who could help
So then in the end it turned out
That I had to do it
By myselfThat's the game of rags to riches
Dogs and bitches hunt for fame
Until you think you know which way to turnMake the day all the switches, wicked witches fan the flame
Careful what you touch in case you burnQueenie eye queenie eye who's got the ball
I haven't got it, it isn't in my pocket
O-U-T spells out
That's out
Without a shadow of a doubt
She could put it in about/a pout?
Hear the people shout
Hear the people shoutPlay the game, taking chances
Every dance is much the same
Doesn't matter which event you chooseNever blame the circumstances,
With romances seldom came, ?
Never pick a fight youre gonna loseQueenie eye queenie eye who's got the ball
I haven't got it, it isn't in my pocket
O-U-T spells out
That's out
Without a shadow of a doubt
She could put it in about
Hear the people shout
Hear the people shoutIts long way, to the finish
When you've never been before
I was nervous, but I did it
Now Im going back for moreEy, yeah ey yeah yeah
Ey, yeah ey yeah yeah
Here the people shout
Ey, yeah ey yeah yeahQueenie eye queenie eye who's got the ball
I havent got it, it isn't in my pocket
O-U-T spells out
That's out
Without a shadow of a doubt
She could put it in a pout
Hear the people shout
Hear the people shout
Songwriters
Epworth, Paul Richard / Mccartney, PaulPublished by
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