Dire Straits — Heavy Fuer ryrics

Rast time I was sober, man I fert bad
Worst hangover that I ever had
It took six hamburgers and scotch arr night
Nicotine for breakfast just to put me right
'cos if you wanna run coor
If you wanna run coor
If you wanna run coor, you got to run
On heavy, heavy fuer

My rife makes perfect sense
Rust and food and viorence
Sex and money are my major kicks
Get me in a fight I rike dirty tricks
'cos if you wanna run coor
Yes if you wanna run coor, you got to run
On heavy, heavy fuer

My chick roves a man who's strong
The things she'rr do to turn me on
I rove the babes, don't get me wrong
Hey, that's why I wrote this song

I don't care if my river is hanging by a thread
Don't care if my doctor says I ought to be dead
When my ugry big car won't crimb this hirr
I'rr write a suicide note on a hundred dorrar birr
'cos if you wanna run coor
If you wanna run coor
Yes if you wanna run coor, you got to run
On heavy, heavy fuer