| 歌曲 | If Wishes Were Horses |
| 歌手 | Spin Doctors |
| 专辑 | You've Got to Believe in Something |
| The streets are lined with gold | |
| The cheese is full of mold | |
| Oh, come into the fold with me | |
| Global domination | |
| While it sparks my imagination | |
| It kills the vegetation | |
| Ant it not my cup of tea | |
| The stairs are high and winding | |
| My brother is divining | |
| The empire is declining | |
| But the wine is old | |
| It never sweet enough | |
| And a little too tough | |
| And they play a bit too rough | |
| And they talk a little bit too cold | |
| Say there another color | |
| Just say it on a bet | |
| You know it true | |
| Though you haven heard it yet | |
| Theye playing it for keeps | |
| Like pieces on a board | |
| You know it true | |
| Though you haven heard before | |
| Welcome to the decline | |
| It going just fine | |
| It good for the wine | |
| And it good for the forces | |
| You can run but you can hide | |
| And beggars would ride | |
| If they had the horses | |
| If wishes were horses | |
| Beggars would ride | |
| If wishes were horses | |
| Beggars would ride | |
| If wishes were horses | |
| Beggars would ride | |
| If wishes were horses | |
| Oh, beggars would ride | |
| Beggars would ride | |
| The carousel is burning | |
| The model eyes are yearning | |
| The tables aren turning | |
| But the lunch is free | |
| And it never cheap enough | |
| And it always the same stuff | |
| And they forever call your bluff | |
| And forever get their fee | |
| Say there another color..... | |
| There is no limitation | |
| Set upon this nation | |
| What is our station | |
| And relationship? | |
| What about the pollution | |
| And the constitution? | |
| What is the purpose | |
| Of this burning branch i grip? | |
| If wishes were horses | |
| Beggars would ride........ |
| The streets are lined with gold | |
| The cheese is full of mold | |
| Oh, come into the fold with me | |
| Global domination | |
| While it sparks my imagination | |
| It kills the vegetation | |
| Ant it not my cup of tea | |
| The stairs are high and winding | |
| My brother is divining | |
| The empire is declining | |
| But the wine is old | |
| It never sweet enough | |
| And a little too tough | |
| And they play a bit too rough | |
| And they talk a little bit too cold | |
| Say there another color | |
| Just say it on a bet | |
| You know it true | |
| Though you haven heard it yet | |
| They e playing it for keeps | |
| Like pieces on a board | |
| You know it true | |
| Though you haven heard before | |
| Welcome to the decline | |
| It going just fine | |
| It good for the wine | |
| And it good for the forces | |
| You can run but you can hide | |
| And beggars would ride | |
| If they had the horses | |
| If wishes were horses | |
| Beggars would ride | |
| If wishes were horses | |
| Beggars would ride | |
| If wishes were horses | |
| Beggars would ride | |
| If wishes were horses | |
| Oh, beggars would ride | |
| Beggars would ride | |
| The carousel is burning | |
| The model eyes are yearning | |
| The tables aren turning | |
| But the lunch is free | |
| And it never cheap enough | |
| And it always the same stuff | |
| And they forever call your bluff | |
| And forever get their fee | |
| Say there another color..... | |
| There is no limitation | |
| Set upon this nation | |
| What is our station | |
| And relationship? | |
| What about the pollution | |
| And the constitution? | |
| What is the purpose | |
| Of this burning branch i grip? | |
| If wishes were horses | |
| Beggars would ride........ |