Shoot Me - Nik Kershaw

He’s run his course.

he’s run his race

The years are etched upon his face

What was his name?

What was his name?

The scores are in, the bets are off

He’s had his fill, he’s had enough

A cryin' shame

A cryin' shame

If I ever get like that

If I ever get like that

Shoot me

Please don’t let me get like that

If I ever get like that

Shoot me

The game is up, his day is done

He can’t go back, he can’t go on

What can he do?

What can he do?

If I ever get like that

If I ever get like that

Shoot me

Please don’t let me get like that

If I ever get like that

Shoot me

There’s not a lot that I can’t do

Not like I did, but that’s ok

Still could teach them a thing or two

So, why do you point that gun at me?

If I ever get like that

If I ever get like that

Shoot me

Please don’t let me get like that

If I ever get like that

Shoot me

Don’t shoot me