Nose For Trouble

Hey you Buck – I beg your pardon Sir - Now that's

better!

I'm the kind of guy who's never out to make a fight

But no matter what I do my life just won't go right

When I'm walking down the street I spot a likely dame

She'll turn up to be a bloke which isn't quite the same

I got a nose for trouble,

Double trouble is my name

Always me who gets the blame

Double trouble is my name

Driving down the highway I was making quite a pace

Saw this guy behind who seemed just boiling for a race

Swung the needle of the top but he kept on my tail

Thought I was a winner till I heard his siren wail

Dancing down the discotheque my head began to ache

Asked a girl beside me if she'd something I could take

I was out for three clear days, the doctors gave up

hope

How was I to know that slack was down there pushing

dope

When I first got in this game I thought I'd be a star

Came across this manager behind a fat cigar

He said "I can see my boy, your fame is very near,

But first of all, there's certain things you've got to

do my dear"

No no no no - He's up again - What are we gonna do ?

Get rid of him, shoot him !

Hey Svengali, give us a break for Queen's sake!

Send him back to Russia !