歌曲 | Get Up, Get Out |
歌手 | The Weavers |
专辑 | The Reunion at Carnegie Hall, 1963, Pt. 2 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
When I was young and short of tongue | |
A silly wee fool was I | |
The morning after I left the school | |
I heard my mother sigh | |
Get up, get out, you lazy lout | |
Get into your working clothes | |
Up to your knees in oil and grease | |
With the grindstone to your nose | |
I bought a clock, a bonny wee clock | |
To help me tell the time | |
It waken me every morning | |
With a very poetic rhythm | |
Get up, get out, you lazy lout | |
Get into your working clothes | |
Up to your knees in oil and grease | |
With the grindstone to your nose | |
I married a lass, a bonny wee lass | |
And kept her many a-year. | |
Come what may, she began every day | |
By whispering in my ear | |
Get up, get out, you lazy lout | |
Get into your working clothes | |
Up to your knees in oil and grease | |
With the grindstone to your nose | |
Some can lie as long as they like | |
They’re luckier man than me | |
I never get to lie very long | |
I’m only 5 foot 3 | |
Get up, get out, you lazy lout | |
Get into your working clothes | |
Up to your knees in oil and grease | |
With the grindstone to your nose | |
I’ll look for work tomorrow | |
If you just let me sleep today |
When I was young and short of tongue | |
A silly wee fool was I | |
The morning after I left the school | |
I heard my mother sigh | |
Get up, get out, you lazy lout | |
Get into your working clothes | |
Up to your knees in oil and grease | |
With the grindstone to your nose | |
I bought a clock, a bonny wee clock | |
To help me tell the time | |
It waken me every morning | |
With a very poetic rhythm | |
Get up, get out, you lazy lout | |
Get into your working clothes | |
Up to your knees in oil and grease | |
With the grindstone to your nose | |
I married a lass, a bonny wee lass | |
And kept her many ayear. | |
Come what may, she began every day | |
By whispering in my ear | |
Get up, get out, you lazy lout | |
Get into your working clothes | |
Up to your knees in oil and grease | |
With the grindstone to your nose | |
Some can lie as long as they like | |
They' re luckier man than me | |
I never get to lie very long | |
I' m only 5 foot 3 | |
Get up, get out, you lazy lout | |
Get into your working clothes | |
Up to your knees in oil and grease | |
With the grindstone to your nose | |
I' ll look for work tomorrow | |
If you just let me sleep today |
When I was young and short of tongue | |
A silly wee fool was I | |
The morning after I left the school | |
I heard my mother sigh | |
Get up, get out, you lazy lout | |
Get into your working clothes | |
Up to your knees in oil and grease | |
With the grindstone to your nose | |
I bought a clock, a bonny wee clock | |
To help me tell the time | |
It waken me every morning | |
With a very poetic rhythm | |
Get up, get out, you lazy lout | |
Get into your working clothes | |
Up to your knees in oil and grease | |
With the grindstone to your nose | |
I married a lass, a bonny wee lass | |
And kept her many ayear. | |
Come what may, she began every day | |
By whispering in my ear | |
Get up, get out, you lazy lout | |
Get into your working clothes | |
Up to your knees in oil and grease | |
With the grindstone to your nose | |
Some can lie as long as they like | |
They' re luckier man than me | |
I never get to lie very long | |
I' m only 5 foot 3 | |
Get up, get out, you lazy lout | |
Get into your working clothes | |
Up to your knees in oil and grease | |
With the grindstone to your nose | |
I' ll look for work tomorrow | |
If you just let me sleep today |