Dead Ringer for Love

Boy: Every night I grab some money and I go down to the bar
I got my buddies and a beer, I got a dream—I need a car
You got me begging on my knees, c’mon and throw the dog a bone
A man he doesn’t live by rock ‘n roll and brew alone—baby baby

Rock ‘n roll and brew
Rock ‘n roll and brew
They don’t mean a thing when I compare ‘em next to you

Rock ‘n roll and brew
Rock ‘n roll and brew
I know that you and I, oh, we got better things to do

I don’t know who you are or what you do
Or where you go when you’re not around
I don’t know anything about you baby
But you’re everything I’m dreaming of
I don’t know who you are
But you’re a real dead ringer for love
A real dead ringer for love

Girl: Ever since I can remember you been hangin’ around this joint
You’ve been trying to look away but now you finally got the point
I don’t have to know your name and I won’t tell you what to do
But a girl—she doesn’t live by only rock ‘n roll and brew—baby baby baby baby

Both: Rock ‘n roll and brew
Rock ‘n roll and brew
Boy:They don’t mean a thing when I compare ‘em next to you

Both: Rock ‘n roll and brew
Rock ‘n roll and brew
Boy:I know that you and I, we got better things to do

I don’t know who you are or what you do
Or where you go when you’re not around
Girl:I don’t know anything about you baby
Boy:But you’re everything I’m dreaming of
Girl:I don’t know who you are
Boy: But you’re a real dead ringer for love
A real dead ringer for love....

Boy:Ooh—you got the kind of legs that do more than walk
Girl:I don’t have to listen to your whimpering talk
Boy:Listen—you got the kind of eyes that do more than see
Girl:You got a lot of nerve to come on to me
Boy:Aah—you got the kind of lips that do more than drink
Girl:You got the kind of mind that does less than think

But since I’m feeling kinda lonely and my defences are low
Why don’t we give it a shot and get it ready to go
I’m looking for anonymous and fleeting satisfaction
And I want to tell my daddy I’ll be missing in action

Ever since I can remember I’ve been hanging around this joint
My daddy never noticed it—now he’ll finally get the point
Boy: You got me begging on my knees—c’mon and throw the dog a bone
A man he doesn’t live by rock ‘n roll and brew alone—baby baby baby baby

Both: Rock ‘n roll and brew
Rock ‘n roll and brew
I know that you and I, oh, we got better things to do

Rock ‘n roll and brew
Rock ‘n roll and brew
They don’t mean a thing when I compare ‘em next to you

Girl:I don’t know who you are
Boy:Or what you do
Girl:Or where you go
Boy:When you’re not around
Girl:I don’t know anything about you baby
Boy:But you’re everything I’m dreaming of
Both: I don’t know who you are
But you’re a real dead ringer for love
A real dead ringer for love....

Choir: (dead ringer for love)
(dead ringer for love) (dead ringer) …
(dead ringer for love) (dead ringer) …
(dead ringer for love) (dead ringer) …
(dead ringer for love) (dead ringer) …
[repeat to end]