| 歌曲 | My Roomate |
| 歌手 | Village People |
| 专辑 | Cruisin' |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Belolo, Morali, Willis | |
| My Roommate | |
| I swear to you people, it must be my fate. | |
| The cards were against me, now there's no escape. | |
| I have this here problem, who keeps me up late. | |
| My roommate, my roommate. | |
| He thinks he's the greatest, dancer of all time. | |
| He never stops dancin', he's out of his mind. | |
| In the bathroom singing, a pitch out of time. | |
| My roommate, my roommate. | |
| Chorus:I can't sleep the day, noon or night. | |
| I can't sleep the day, noon or night. | |
| I can't take much more. | |
| My roommate, my roommate, he's driving me insane. | |
| My roommate, my roommate, he plays so many games. | |
| My roommate, my roommate, he breaks all of the rules. | |
| My roommate, my roommate, he is a dancing fool. | |
| I go to the closet, to put on my coat. | |
| Instead on the hanger, | |
| I find pinned a note." | |
| I went to the disco, | |
| I took your best coat." | |
| My roommate, my roommate. | |
| I come home real early, thinking he's asleep. | |
| Instead I am greeted, by big ugly feet." | |
| I've got this new dance step, five, six, seven, eight." | |
| My roommate, my roommate. | |
| He's a dancin' fool, ya'll. | |
| Well, let me tell you about him. | |
| Well, talkin' 'bout my roommate. | |
| My roommate is the kind of guy,who likes his music playin' high. | |
| My roommate is the kind of guy,who likes his music playin' high. | |
| He dances all night, he dances all day. | |
| He dances all night, he dances all day. |
| zuo ci : Belolo, Morali, Willis | |
| My Roommate | |
| I swear to you people, it must be my fate. | |
| The cards were against me, now there' s no escape. | |
| I have this here problem, who keeps me up late. | |
| My roommate, my roommate. | |
| He thinks he' s the greatest, dancer of all time. | |
| He never stops dancin', he' s out of his mind. | |
| In the bathroom singing, a pitch out of time. | |
| My roommate, my roommate. | |
| Chorus: I can' t sleep the day, noon or night. | |
| I can' t sleep the day, noon or night. | |
| I can' t take much more. | |
| My roommate, my roommate, he' s driving me insane. | |
| My roommate, my roommate, he plays so many games. | |
| My roommate, my roommate, he breaks all of the rules. | |
| My roommate, my roommate, he is a dancing fool. | |
| I go to the closet, to put on my coat. | |
| Instead on the hanger, | |
| I find pinned a note." | |
| I went to the disco, | |
| I took your best coat." | |
| My roommate, my roommate. | |
| I come home real early, thinking he' s asleep. | |
| Instead I am greeted, by big ugly feet." | |
| I' ve got this new dance step, five, six, seven, eight." | |
| My roommate, my roommate. | |
| He' s a dancin' fool, ya' ll. | |
| Well, let me tell you about him. | |
| Well, talkin' ' bout my roommate. | |
| My roommate is the kind of guy, who likes his music playin' high. | |
| My roommate is the kind of guy, who likes his music playin' high. | |
| He dances all night, he dances all day. | |
| He dances all night, he dances all day. |
| zuò cí : Belolo, Morali, Willis | |
| My Roommate | |
| I swear to you people, it must be my fate. | |
| The cards were against me, now there' s no escape. | |
| I have this here problem, who keeps me up late. | |
| My roommate, my roommate. | |
| He thinks he' s the greatest, dancer of all time. | |
| He never stops dancin', he' s out of his mind. | |
| In the bathroom singing, a pitch out of time. | |
| My roommate, my roommate. | |
| Chorus: I can' t sleep the day, noon or night. | |
| I can' t sleep the day, noon or night. | |
| I can' t take much more. | |
| My roommate, my roommate, he' s driving me insane. | |
| My roommate, my roommate, he plays so many games. | |
| My roommate, my roommate, he breaks all of the rules. | |
| My roommate, my roommate, he is a dancing fool. | |
| I go to the closet, to put on my coat. | |
| Instead on the hanger, | |
| I find pinned a note." | |
| I went to the disco, | |
| I took your best coat." | |
| My roommate, my roommate. | |
| I come home real early, thinking he' s asleep. | |
| Instead I am greeted, by big ugly feet." | |
| I' ve got this new dance step, five, six, seven, eight." | |
| My roommate, my roommate. | |
| He' s a dancin' fool, ya' ll. | |
| Well, let me tell you about him. | |
| Well, talkin' ' bout my roommate. | |
| My roommate is the kind of guy, who likes his music playin' high. | |
| My roommate is the kind of guy, who likes his music playin' high. | |
| He dances all night, he dances all day. | |
| He dances all night, he dances all day. |