(Let's go, let's go)
(Let's go, let's go)

On a Sunday gone
In the harbor place
The big boss man's eye
Fell on the pretty girl's face
She was closing things
Oh, what a death he died
He drank away his sense
He never said goodbye

You could talk about love
You could talk about the light
You could talk about the only time
You ever did things right
You could talk about the moon (let's go, let's go)
Hanging in the sky (let's go, let's go)
You could talk about the finer things (let's go, let's go)
You could talk about the minor things (let's go, let's go)

(Let's go, let's go)
(Let's go, let's go)

Oh, it's a poor man's game
This serious life
No pursuit could make me
The man for my wife
Says the man's hot streak
To a sober face
No reflections please
When I'm the king of this place
I will take my first fist
And I will bring it down
And I will take that smiling
Right outta this town

You could talk about love
You could talk about the light
You could talk about the only time
You ever did things right
You could talk about the moon (let's go, let's go)
Hanging in the sky (let's go, let's go)
You could talk about the finer things (let's go, let's go)
You could talk about the minor things (let's go, let's go)

He was cautioned to the wind
Oh man, you're a fable now