By Elton John and Bernie Taupin
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!
I WAS BORN IN THE NORTH OF ENGLAND,
I WAS RAISED IN A WORKING TOWN.
I BROKE ALL THE RULES WHEN I WENT TO SCHOOL,
BUT THE TEACHER'S COULDN'T PIN ME DOWN.
I TRIED TO MAKE MY PARENTS PROUD
BY ADAPTING THE SOCIAL POWERS.
OH, PIGS WILL FLY AND THE EARTH WILL FRY,
WHEN THEY GET ME DOING HONEST HOURS.
SNOOKEROO, SNOOKEROO, DADDY'S GOING ON THE BOOZE.
MOTHER USED TO CUT MY HAIR AND SISTER USED TO MAKE THE NEWS.
WELL, IT WAS TWO ROOMS UP AND TWO ROOMS DOWN,
WE WERE SENTENCED BY THE WRECKING CRANE.
OH, I WAS BORN ON THE EVE OF HALLOWEEN
AND SNOOKEROO, SNOOKEROO, SNOOKEROO'S MY NAME.
I NEED SOMEONE TO COOK FOR ME
AND TURN ME LOSE AT NIGHT.
I COULD SPEND MY LIFE WITH A FACTORY GIRL,
'CAUSE A FACTORY GIRL'S MY TYPE.
I HEAR THEM GOSSIP ON THE STREET,
MOST OF WHAT THEY SAY IS TRUE.
OH, DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I HEAR THEM SAY,
"THERE GOES THAT LAZY, NO GOOD SNOOKEROO."
SNOOKEROO, SNOOKEROO, DADDY'S GOING ON THE BOOZE.
MOTHER USED TO CUT MY HAIR AND SISTER USED TO MAKE THE NEWS.
WELL, IT WAS TWO ROOMS UP (two rooms up)
AND TWO ROOMS DOWN, (two rooms down)
WE WERE SENTENCED BY THE WRECKING CRANE.
OH, I WAS BORN ON THE EVE OF HALLOWEEN
AND SNOOKEROO, SNOOKEROO, (Snookeroo)
SNOOKEROO'S MY NAME.
(Oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo, oo-oo)
SNOOKEROO, SNOOKEROO, DADDY'S GOING ON THE BOOZE.
MOTHER USED TO CUT MY HAIR AND SISTER USED TO MAKE THE NEWS.
WELL, IT WAS TWO ROOMS UP (two rooms up)
AND TWO ROOMS DOWN, (two rooms down)
WE WERE SENTENCED BY THE WRECKING CRANE.
WELL, I WAS BORN ON THE EVE OF HALLOWEEN
AND SNOOKEROO, SNOOKEROO,
SNOOKEROO, SNOOKEROO,
SNOOKEROO, SNOOKEROO,
SNOOKEROO'S MY NAME, YEH.When I look in the mirror
In front of me
In any old mirror
That's in front of me
Trouble, trouble
Is all I see
The shadow I cast
Is dark and long
Beware of my shadow
It's dark and long
When I turn your corner
You best be gone
Since the day of my birth
I've known I wasn't right
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm not right
Got something awful
Living inside
Oh look out
Well, I'm at the end of my rope
And the end of my days
At the end of my rope
At the end of my days
Gonna storm the Pearly Gates
And make them pay