(Young, Young, Johnson)

Crashed out of the market, out on the floor
Washed up on the shore
Bombed out of the City, out of the door
Thrown up against the wall
Put out of the picture, axe about to fall
Walk before you crawl
Dragged down to the bottom, screaming for air
The shark must get his share
You can see it coming, miles and miles away
Women, drink and money are going to make you pay

Snowballed, oh yeah
Snowballed, they've done it again
Snowballed, makin' me pay
Snowballed

Howl of the wolf, snow in his eyes
Waiting to take you by surprise
Eye of the needle, head of the fight
Watch those teeth 'cause they're ready to bite

To be continued...