Dirty Motel - 1972
I fell into the fireI had a sweet fill of desire
I got kicked out of the rugby club choir
Cause I couldn't sing any higher
I was dreaming of safari
I was dreading going to to the army
We all talked about the war
Now we made one up cause we're bored
In 1972 I was a real good man
They don't say that anymore no
They don't say that anymore
In 1972 I was a real good man
I had the world in my hands
I seemed to have a million plans
It was raining all summer
I spent Christmas with my mother
My brother wasn't there
You know he left to clear the air
There was a was a rumble in the jungle
Ali beat Foreman to the title
I thought I knew it all
Yet I hadn't learnt to fall
In 1972 I was a real good man
They don't say that anymore no
They don't say that anymore
In 1972 I was a real good man
I had the world in my hands
I seemed to have a million plans
Written by:
L Gillespie
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