'cos this old nightlife
Lord it's a bad life
Don't you know it's k**ing me
I'm getting tired
Of running 'round
I beleive I'll get married
I'll settle down
'cos this old nightlife
Hey this mean old sportlife
Don't you know it's k**ing me
I've got a letter
From my home
Most of my good friends are
They are dead and gone
Its making me worry
That there's no need to wonder
'bout the times that are to come
I've been a gambler
I've cheated too
But now it's my turn
My turn to lose
'cos this old nightlife
You know she's holding the best hand
Tell me what can I do
Mama used to phone
On her knees and pray
These are the very
very words she used to say
She say my young Robert
Oh my dear sweet loving Robert
Won't you please change your ways
I'm getting tired
Of running 'round
I beleive I'll get married
I'll settle down
'cos this old nightlife
Hey this mean old sportlife
Don't you know it's k**ing me