by Eric Clapton and Yvonne Elliman

Ready, get ready.  Ready.
He´s a man who´s going to break your heart.
Ready, get ready.  Ready.

He´s a man who´s going to break your heart.

Well, you´ve been fooling ´round and I don´t know why.
Left me on my own, sitting high and dry.
But I´m going to get you back, just you wait and see;
You can´t do those things that you´re doing to me.

Chorus

I´ve never needed a running ´round pissing hound,
Checking out the bitches in heat.
You´ve got a lot of nerve, dishing out what you serve,
Waggling your piece of meat.

Chorus

I want to get revenge on your sinful sins.
I got to get you back for what you did back then.
And now you´ve got it back, life is misery.
Well, ha ha ha to you, ha ha to me.

Ready, get ready.  Ready.
He´s the one that´s going to break your heart.
Ready, get ready.  Ready.
He´s the one that´s going to break your heart, break your heart,
Break your heart, break your heart.

Get ready, get ready, get ready.
He´s the one who´s going to break your heart, break your heart,
Break your heart, break your heart,

Break your heart, break your heart,
Break your heart.

Get ready, get ready, get ready.
´Cause he´s the one who´s going to break your heart, break your heart,
Break your heart, break your heart.