Текст песни
I don't need to read the news
Or the tea leaves to understand
That this world's been shaped
By a drunken barber's hand
Three scruples to a dram
Eight drams to an ounce
Two cups to a pint
And the first one's on the house
Felt the power of young love
And the high and the hurt
Felt my heartbeat quicken
When she lifted up her skirt
I don't need to read the news
Or the tea leaves to understand
That this world's been shaped
By a drunken barber's hand
Deaf man wants to hear
The blind man wants to see
The banker wants his money back
That he loaned to you and me
A man is just a man
Until he finds a wife
And he's just a monkey
Without a decent knife
I don't need to read the news
Or the tea leaves to understand
That this world's been shaped
By a drunken barber's hand
Old enough to know
There's not much left to see
Just a bunch of fools
Carving their names into the tree
There's nothing going on here
We haven't seen before
You can almost close your eyes
And still know the score
I don't need to read the news
Or the tea leaves to understand
That this world's been shaped
By a drunken barber's hand
This world's been shaped