歌曲 | Electric Trains |
歌手 | Squeeze |
专辑 | Ridiculous |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Difford, Tilbrook | |
(difford/tilbrook) | |
When i was crowned a mummy's boy by friends i didn't like | |
I made a meal of trips to school upon my father's bike | |
I used to sit between his legs, perched on a piece of wood | |
If it ever rained on us, i'd slip beneath his hood | |
And at home the radio was on | |
From julie andrews to jerry garcia | |
Life was all fun and games | |
I was out of my head and underneath my bed | |
Playing with electric trains | |
At home the stereo was on | |
My head was filled with rock | |
I played a willow cricket bat guitar | |
And soloed round the clock | |
My records stacked up in a pile | |
Collected from the charts | |
And top of the pops | |
Kneeling with torchlight shining | |
Before me in my bed | |
My eyeballs stuck in readers wives | |
Pubic hairs proudly counted everyday | |
Manhood took me slowly | |
Out into the milky way | |
I chased the girls and made them cry | |
My hair grew down my back | |
The passing of my teenage years | |
Were spent down in the sack | |
I played guitar and formed a band | |
I puked up all night long | |
As people came to sit and stare | |
While i raced through my songs | |
The sound of music passed by me | |
Just like the grateful dead |
zuo ci : Difford, Tilbrook | |
difford tilbrook | |
When i was crowned a mummy' s boy by friends i didn' t like | |
I made a meal of trips to school upon my father' s bike | |
I used to sit between his legs, perched on a piece of wood | |
If it ever rained on us, i' d slip beneath his hood | |
And at home the radio was on | |
From julie andrews to jerry garcia | |
Life was all fun and games | |
I was out of my head and underneath my bed | |
Playing with electric trains | |
At home the stereo was on | |
My head was filled with rock | |
I played a willow cricket bat guitar | |
And soloed round the clock | |
My records stacked up in a pile | |
Collected from the charts | |
And top of the pops | |
Kneeling with torchlight shining | |
Before me in my bed | |
My eyeballs stuck in readers wives | |
Pubic hairs proudly counted everyday | |
Manhood took me slowly | |
Out into the milky way | |
I chased the girls and made them cry | |
My hair grew down my back | |
The passing of my teenage years | |
Were spent down in the sack | |
I played guitar and formed a band | |
I puked up all night long | |
As people came to sit and stare | |
While i raced through my songs | |
The sound of music passed by me | |
Just like the grateful dead |
zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook | |
difford tilbrook | |
When i was crowned a mummy' s boy by friends i didn' t like | |
I made a meal of trips to school upon my father' s bike | |
I used to sit between his legs, perched on a piece of wood | |
If it ever rained on us, i' d slip beneath his hood | |
And at home the radio was on | |
From julie andrews to jerry garcia | |
Life was all fun and games | |
I was out of my head and underneath my bed | |
Playing with electric trains | |
At home the stereo was on | |
My head was filled with rock | |
I played a willow cricket bat guitar | |
And soloed round the clock | |
My records stacked up in a pile | |
Collected from the charts | |
And top of the pops | |
Kneeling with torchlight shining | |
Before me in my bed | |
My eyeballs stuck in readers wives | |
Pubic hairs proudly counted everyday | |
Manhood took me slowly | |
Out into the milky way | |
I chased the girls and made them cry | |
My hair grew down my back | |
The passing of my teenage years | |
Were spent down in the sack | |
I played guitar and formed a band | |
I puked up all night long | |
As people came to sit and stare | |
While i raced through my songs | |
The sound of music passed by me | |
Just like the grateful dead |