Passing by

Passing by

There's a fat old lady outside the Saloon

Laying out the credit cards she plays fortune

The deck is uneven right from the start

And all of their hands playing apart.

He visto la vida pasar

sus pies por el suelo arrastrar.

Gorda como una foca,

llevaba una manta de lona.

Nene, es hora de dormir. La fiesta se ha acabado.