Keith Emerson - Gametime lyrics

Running down the white line Drumming up a pastime Throwing a pink tirade Along came a spider And sat down beside her and said What you got to trade? My raison d'ette is bringing back summer As long as you can take the heat Well, it's gametime Bottom feeders and catholic cheaters Busting with feminine riches Who could resist that perfect kiss But I don't need to rip these stitches All her norths are going south Shame it isn't followed by her mouth 'Cause it's gametime Running low on fallen angels to carry this weight Too much rhyme and not much reason And too much on my plate Raised from two in royal blue But we know that dog don't hunt Bleeding red in the corner from ol' Jack Horner The only thing to do is punt Nothing ventured is nothing spent But you can bend back far enough to pay the rent When it's gametime Walking through that fire Just to keep from getting cold The pitch is sharp and getting higher Hope my luck still holds Off the chain with both barrels pointed Channeling Jackie Brown Clean, anointed and double-jointed Arguing the whole way down Nobody here's seen nothing like it I believe they've got a point And it's gametime Yeah And it's on, it's gametime Yeah, yeah