Текст песни The Soul Singer - The Waterboys

He gets away with being rude
'Cause everyone's scared of his quicksilver moods, the soul singer
He's been around for 50 years
Every crease of his face is a souvenir, the soul singer

He's seen it all, made every move
Dude's got next to nothin' left to prove
Climbed to the top, been through the wringer
Ladies and gentlemen, the soul singer

Likes to grumble, lovеs to scoff
About all of the cats who ripped him off, the soul singer
He's done crazy, he's suffered loss
For the life that he lives he's paid the cost, the soul singer

They call him curmudgeon, say he's a churl
Stories follow him 'round the world
Hear this one, man, a humdinger
Ladies and gentlemen, the soul singer

(...)

Spent the best part of three decades
Brooding under a pair of shades
Who's that masked man? No second stringer
Ladies and gentlemen, the soul singer

Plays his cards close to his chest
Protecting himself the way he knows best, the soul singer
Deals out only the canniest part
Of the sweet golden music that lives in his heart, the soul singer

The great recordings still remain
From when his genius was uncontained
He's in there somewhere, that old gunslinger
Ladies and gentleman, the soul singer

La-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
The soul singer
Owww!
Hey, hey, hey, hey (Yeah, hey, yeah, hey)
Hey, hey, yeah-ah