[00:00.000] 作曲 : Tom Campesinos
[00:04.670]Just like when we were seventeen we said we'd move to Malta,
[00:08.470]Claim Nationality,
[00:09.830]And now that we are twenty three - days tethered to the running track,
[00:14.949]Evenings chained to the dishrack.
[00:15.809]I'm called up to the Maltese national team,
[00:17.999]My vision is impeccable, my first touch is obscene.
[00:21.204]A world cup qualifier finds me fifty, forty, thirty yards from goal,
[00:24.464]A late sub on in an off the striker role.
[00:26.614]Was it wind? Did it take a bad deflection?
[00:29.370]A decade spent nursing a fear that you might never make it?
[00:32.314]The crowd draws breathe at once,
[00:33.754]It swerves to the top corner,
[00:34.874]The Sunday Tabloid press declares me the new king of Malta.
[00:37.472]
[00:47.333]With my name on shirts, your face on the cash that every week just piles inside our bank account,
[00:52.843]We'd rule the roost and we could start a family I think we'd make about a hundred million bucks.
[00:58.852]
[01:00.493]I head down to the mint and tell them:
[01:02.672]Pound every coin deep into the ground,
[01:05.433]Burn every note in circulation
[01:07.933]There's a new face on the currency of our nation.
[01:11.172]I hand them a photograph of you,
[01:13.662]The most beautiful thing they'd ever seen.
[01:16.683]The press starts a rolling, your image on Euros,
[01:19.477]The workforce retires to the bathroom.
[01:22.422]
[01:31.872]With my name on shirts, your face on the cash that every week just piles inside our bank account,
[01:37.592]We'd rule the roost and we could start a family I think we'd make about a hundred million bucks.