歌曲 | The London Boys |
歌手 | David Bowie |
专辑 | London Boy |
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Lyrics:David Bowie Music:David Bowie | |
Cow bell strikes another night | |
Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache | |
You've bought some coffee, butter and bread | |
You can't make a thing cause the meter's dead | |
You moved away | |
Hold your folks you're gonna stay away | |
Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street | |
You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet | |
Somebody shows you round | |
Now you've met the London boys | |
Things seem good again, someone cares about you | |
Oh, the first time that you tried a pill | |
You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill | |
You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose faith | |
To let yourself down would be a big disgrace | |
With the London boys, with the London boys | |
You're only seventeen, but you think you've grown | |
In the month you've been away from your parents' home | |
You take the pills too much | |
You don't give a damn about that jobs you've got | |
So long as you're with the London boys | |
A London boy, oh a London boy | |
Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy | |
A London boy, a London boy | |
You're crying out loud that you're a London boy | |
You think you've had a lot of fun | |
But you ain't got nothing, you're on the run | |
It's too late now, cause you're out there boy | |
You've got it made with the rest of the toys | |
Now you wish you'd never left your home | |
You've got what you wanted but you're on your own | |
With the London boys | |
Now you've met the London boys (3 times) |
Lyrics: David Bowie Music: David Bowie | |
Cow bell strikes another night | |
Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache | |
You' ve bought some coffee, butter and bread | |
You can' t make a thing cause the meter' s dead | |
You moved away | |
Hold your folks you' re gonna stay away | |
Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street | |
You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet | |
Somebody shows you round | |
Now you' ve met the London boys | |
Things seem good again, someone cares about you | |
Oh, the first time that you tried a pill | |
You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill | |
You' re gonna be sick, but you mustn' t lose faith | |
To let yourself down would be a big disgrace | |
With the London boys, with the London boys | |
You' re only seventeen, but you think you' ve grown | |
In the month you' ve been away from your parents' home | |
You take the pills too much | |
You don' t give a damn about that jobs you' ve got | |
So long as you' re with the London boys | |
A London boy, oh a London boy | |
Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy | |
A London boy, a London boy | |
You' re crying out loud that you' re a London boy | |
You think you' ve had a lot of fun | |
But you ain' t got nothing, you' re on the run | |
It' s too late now, cause you' re out there boy | |
You' ve got it made with the rest of the toys | |
Now you wish you' d never left your home | |
You' ve got what you wanted but you' re on your own | |
With the London boys | |
Now you' ve met the London boys 3 times |
Lyrics: David Bowie Music: David Bowie | |
Cow bell strikes another night | |
Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache | |
You' ve bought some coffee, butter and bread | |
You can' t make a thing cause the meter' s dead | |
You moved away | |
Hold your folks you' re gonna stay away | |
Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street | |
You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet | |
Somebody shows you round | |
Now you' ve met the London boys | |
Things seem good again, someone cares about you | |
Oh, the first time that you tried a pill | |
You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill | |
You' re gonna be sick, but you mustn' t lose faith | |
To let yourself down would be a big disgrace | |
With the London boys, with the London boys | |
You' re only seventeen, but you think you' ve grown | |
In the month you' ve been away from your parents' home | |
You take the pills too much | |
You don' t give a damn about that jobs you' ve got | |
So long as you' re with the London boys | |
A London boy, oh a London boy | |
Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy | |
A London boy, a London boy | |
You' re crying out loud that you' re a London boy | |
You think you' ve had a lot of fun | |
But you ain' t got nothing, you' re on the run | |
It' s too late now, cause you' re out there boy | |
You' ve got it made with the rest of the toys | |
Now you wish you' d never left your home | |
You' ve got what you wanted but you' re on your own | |
With the London boys | |
Now you' ve met the London boys 3 times |