歌曲 | My Science Fiction Twin |
歌手 | Elvis Costello |
专辑 | Brutal Youth |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : MacManus | |
My science fiction twin | |
Is doing better than expected | |
He captured a little blonde trophy wife | |
Who's really very well connected | |
And when he calls home with his alibi | |
She says 'is this really necessary?' | |
But she knows that a man can't be a man | |
Unless he's punishing his secretary | |
He sips in the glow of a '61 vintage | |
Just as the day is dimming | |
With every intention of surrendering | |
To fifty-foot women | |
Who put the fascination back into my science fiction twin | |
My science fiction twin | |
Decided to become invisible | |
He has my eyes, my face, my voice | |
But he's only happy when i'm miserable | |
The words flew from his mouth | |
And they were gently gathered by reporters | |
Trying to frame his once infamous flame | |
With tattered pictures of her daughter | |
Her hair is all made out of porcupine | |
Her figure is fantastic | |
But as you know, they corrupted her | |
So they're being sarcastic | |
Who put the fascination back into my science fiction twin | |
He'll scream and shout | |
Everything is working out just as he predicted | |
Pride and position in the gallery of attempted people | |
Oh and the pain is so sweet | |
Better stamp his little feet | |
And you'll even have time to pity me | |
How can you feel content? | |
You wonder where this fellow went | |
My science fiction twin | |
Escorted by his lovely nieces | |
Filled up his purse dictating verse | |
While painting masterpieces | |
His almost universal excellence | |
Is starting to disturb me | |
They asked how in the world he does all these things | |
And he answered 'superbly' | |
He's trapped in his own parallel dimension | |
That's why i'm so forgiving | |
But how could i possibly forget to mention those fifty-foot women | |
Who put the fascination back into my science fiction twin | |
[4x] | My science fiction twin |
zuo ci : MacManus | |
My science fiction twin | |
Is doing better than expected | |
He captured a little blonde trophy wife | |
Who' s really very well connected | |
And when he calls home with his alibi | |
She says ' is this really necessary?' | |
But she knows that a man can' t be a man | |
Unless he' s punishing his secretary | |
He sips in the glow of a ' 61 vintage | |
Just as the day is dimming | |
With every intention of surrendering | |
To fiftyfoot women | |
Who put the fascination back into my science fiction twin | |
My science fiction twin | |
Decided to become invisible | |
He has my eyes, my face, my voice | |
But he' s only happy when i' m miserable | |
The words flew from his mouth | |
And they were gently gathered by reporters | |
Trying to frame his once infamous flame | |
With tattered pictures of her daughter | |
Her hair is all made out of porcupine | |
Her figure is fantastic | |
But as you know, they corrupted her | |
So they' re being sarcastic | |
Who put the fascination back into my science fiction twin | |
He' ll scream and shout | |
Everything is working out just as he predicted | |
Pride and position in the gallery of attempted people | |
Oh and the pain is so sweet | |
Better stamp his little feet | |
And you' ll even have time to pity me | |
How can you feel content? | |
You wonder where this fellow went | |
My science fiction twin | |
Escorted by his lovely nieces | |
Filled up his purse dictating verse | |
While painting masterpieces | |
His almost universal excellence | |
Is starting to disturb me | |
They asked how in the world he does all these things | |
And he answered ' superbly' | |
He' s trapped in his own parallel dimension | |
That' s why i' m so forgiving | |
But how could i possibly forget to mention those fiftyfoot women | |
Who put the fascination back into my science fiction twin | |
[4x] | My science fiction twin |
zuò cí : MacManus | |
My science fiction twin | |
Is doing better than expected | |
He captured a little blonde trophy wife | |
Who' s really very well connected | |
And when he calls home with his alibi | |
She says ' is this really necessary?' | |
But she knows that a man can' t be a man | |
Unless he' s punishing his secretary | |
He sips in the glow of a ' 61 vintage | |
Just as the day is dimming | |
With every intention of surrendering | |
To fiftyfoot women | |
Who put the fascination back into my science fiction twin | |
My science fiction twin | |
Decided to become invisible | |
He has my eyes, my face, my voice | |
But he' s only happy when i' m miserable | |
The words flew from his mouth | |
And they were gently gathered by reporters | |
Trying to frame his once infamous flame | |
With tattered pictures of her daughter | |
Her hair is all made out of porcupine | |
Her figure is fantastic | |
But as you know, they corrupted her | |
So they' re being sarcastic | |
Who put the fascination back into my science fiction twin | |
He' ll scream and shout | |
Everything is working out just as he predicted | |
Pride and position in the gallery of attempted people | |
Oh and the pain is so sweet | |
Better stamp his little feet | |
And you' ll even have time to pity me | |
How can you feel content? | |
You wonder where this fellow went | |
My science fiction twin | |
Escorted by his lovely nieces | |
Filled up his purse dictating verse | |
While painting masterpieces | |
His almost universal excellence | |
Is starting to disturb me | |
They asked how in the world he does all these things | |
And he answered ' superbly' | |
He' s trapped in his own parallel dimension | |
That' s why i' m so forgiving | |
But how could i possibly forget to mention those fiftyfoot women | |
Who put the fascination back into my science fiction twin | |
[4x] | My science fiction twin |