Sparks - Amateur Hour lyrics
[Sparks - Amateur Hour lyrics]
The lawns grow plush in the hinterlands
The perfect little setting for
The one night stands
The drapes are drawn and the lights are out
It's the time to put in
Practice what you've dreamed about
Well she can show you what you must do
To be more like people better than you
And amateur hour goes on and on
And when you turn pro you know
She'll let you know
And amateur hour goes on and on
And when you turn pro
You know she tells you so
Girls grow tops to go topless in
While we sit and count the hairs
That blossom from our chins
Our voices change at a rapid pace
I could start a song a tenor
And then end as bass
So choose your partners everyone
If you hesitate the good ones are gone
And amateur hour goes on and on
And when you turn pro you know
She'll let you know
And amateur hour goes on and on
And when you turn pro
You know she tells you so
Dance, laugh, wine dine and talk and sing
But those cannot replace what
Is the real thing
It's a lot like playing the violin
You cannot start off and be Yehudi Menuhin
And amateur hour goes on and on
And when you turn pro you know
She'll let you know
And amateur hour goes on and on
And when you turn pro
You know she tells you so
The perfect little setting for
The one night stands
The drapes are drawn and the lights are out
It's the time to put in
Practice what you've dreamed about
Well she can show you what you must do
To be more like people better than you
And amateur hour goes on and on
And when you turn pro you know
She'll let you know
And amateur hour goes on and on
And when you turn pro
You know she tells you so
Girls grow tops to go topless in
While we sit and count the hairs
That blossom from our chins
Our voices change at a rapid pace
I could start a song a tenor
And then end as bass
So choose your partners everyone
If you hesitate the good ones are gone
And amateur hour goes on and on
And when you turn pro you know
She'll let you know
And amateur hour goes on and on
And when you turn pro
You know she tells you so
Dance, laugh, wine dine and talk and sing
But those cannot replace what
Is the real thing
It's a lot like playing the violin
You cannot start off and be Yehudi Menuhin
And amateur hour goes on and on
And when you turn pro you know
She'll let you know
And amateur hour goes on and on
And when you turn pro
You know she tells you so