歌曲 | 44 Robbers |
歌手 | Laika |
专辑 | Silver Apples Of The Moon |
作词 : Fiedler, Fixsen | |
I got up at half past four | |
Forty-four robbers around my door | |
Forty-four - and maybe more | |
What the hell they want me for? | |
Stubbly faces & gap-tooth grins | |
Ain't no way i'm lettin' them in | |
No way - you can't come in | |
Forty-four robbers stinkin' of gin | |
Uh huh - i ain't lettin' you in | |
I'll hit you with a rolling pin | |
So small can't hurt a fly | |
Get in my way and i'll sure as hell try | |
To kick your butt down the block | |
Can't wait yellin' for the cops | |
Fifty dealers and fifty thieves | |
Starring at the drive-in on my street | |
Shit, over my shoulder there's popeye and bluto | |
Looking nasty - can i remember my judo? | |
It's always like this - going out alone | |
So damn scared might never leave home | |
I've got my freedom i've got my pride | |
All means nothin' with these men outside | |
Puffing and preening and strutting their stuff | |
Blocking my way out - i've had enough! | |
Give me justice - hand it over now | |
Gotta get a gun or maybe just leave town... | |
See ya! | |
Sly stallone and al capone | |
Are giving me grief on the telephone | |
All i want is a swiss cheese sarnie | |
When at the deli stands big arnie | |
Hey jean-claude - move aside | |
That taxi's mine - i'm taking that ride | |
When i go out to get the sunday paper | |
What's my man to think 'someone might rape her'?! | |
I'm just having a beer on my own | |
Don't mean hulk hogan can take me home | |
I've got my mace but my loud-as-**** whistle | |
Is so ineffective i just pray the epistles | |
For help to come someday soon | |
But until then i'll stay in my room |
zuò cí : Fiedler, Fixsen | |
I got up at half past four | |
Fortyfour robbers around my door | |
Fortyfour and maybe more | |
What the hell they want me for? | |
Stubbly faces gaptooth grins | |
Ain' t no way i' m lettin' them in | |
No way you can' t come in | |
Fortyfour robbers stinkin' of gin | |
Uh huh i ain' t lettin' you in | |
I' ll hit you with a rolling pin | |
So small can' t hurt a fly | |
Get in my way and i' ll sure as hell try | |
To kick your butt down the block | |
Can' t wait yellin' for the cops | |
Fifty dealers and fifty thieves | |
Starring at the drivein on my street | |
Shit, over my shoulder there' s popeye and bluto | |
Looking nasty can i remember my judo? | |
It' s always like this going out alone | |
So damn scared might never leave home | |
I' ve got my freedom i' ve got my pride | |
All means nothin' with these men outside | |
Puffing and preening and strutting their stuff | |
Blocking my way out i' ve had enough! | |
Give me justice hand it over now | |
Gotta get a gun or maybe just leave town... | |
See ya! | |
Sly stallone and al capone | |
Are giving me grief on the telephone | |
All i want is a swiss cheese sarnie | |
When at the deli stands big arnie | |
Hey jeanclaude move aside | |
That taxi' s mine i' m taking that ride | |
When i go out to get the sunday paper | |
What' s my man to think ' someone might rape her'?! | |
I' m just having a beer on my own | |
Don' t mean hulk hogan can take me home | |
I' ve got my mace but my loudas whistle | |
Is so ineffective i just pray the epistles | |
For help to come someday soon | |
But until then i' ll stay in my room |