Ever had your numbers called Ever run away Ever loved and lost it all Don't you wanna say And if you had If you had a chance to run it all Like you know it's meant Would you roll the dice Or sprint till the end Bit cold and soured Bruised and dried That's the local way Strange old fly Flying high Don't know what to say Just tip your hat Just tip your hat And let us know your heart Beats like the wrist And we'll roll around And do our best Painted girl Up on the wall Covered carefully In Paraguay In Panama You were the hourglass beauty queen Just flick your hat Just flick your hat And move your lips around In the shape of words That you knew before All of this *