| 歌曲 | Dancin' Boy (LP Version) |
| 歌手 | Harry Chapin |
| 专辑 | The Gold Medal Collection |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Harry Chapin | |
| When your daddy plays guitar, | |
| You dance without a smile. | |
| Kid you may not have great rhythm, | |
| But you sure got style. | |
| Just four years old and still it seems, | |
| You've got it figured out. | |
| When daddy sings, and then you dance, | |
| The people clap and shout. | |
| Cuz, you're my dancin' boy, | |
| And it's so scary how you trust me. | |
| Just one look from you, | |
| And I come pouring out like wine. | |
| Dancin' boy, I'm sure by now that you must see, | |
| You're dancin' means much more to me, | |
| Than any dream of mine. | |
| Yes, I'm so proud when you are with me, | |
| That my heart digs in my throat. | |
| And when you stop to strut your stuff, | |
| My eyes go all afloat. | |
| And when I have to leave you home | |
| As sometimes it must be. | |
| I feel that with my leaving | |
| I leave far too much of me. | |
| Yes, you're my dancin' boy, | |
| And it's scary how you trust me. | |
| Just one look from you, | |
| And I come pouring out like wine. | |
| You're my dancin' boy, | |
| I'm sure by now that you must see, | |
| You're dancin' means much more to me, | |
| Than any dream of mine. | |
| You know the time will come my dancin' boy | |
| When you're dancin' days are done, | |
| And when daddy and his dancin' boy | |
| Will have dwindled down to one. | |
| You know the world will've taught you other steps | |
| To match the march of time, | |
| So you'll have to keep our dancin' days | |
| Dancin' in your mind. | |
| Yes, do your dancin' , boy, | |
| Cuz it's so scary how you trust me. | |
| Just one look from you, | |
| And I come pouring out like wine. | |
| Do your dancin' , boy. | |
| I'm sure by now that you must see | |
| You're dancin' means much more to me, | |
| Than any dream of mine. |
| zuo qu : Harry Chapin | |
| When your daddy plays guitar, | |
| You dance without a smile. | |
| Kid you may not have great rhythm, | |
| But you sure got style. | |
| Just four years old and still it seems, | |
| You' ve got it figured out. | |
| When daddy sings, and then you dance, | |
| The people clap and shout. | |
| Cuz, you' re my dancin' boy, | |
| And it' s so scary how you trust me. | |
| Just one look from you, | |
| And I come pouring out like wine. | |
| Dancin' boy, I' m sure by now that you must see, | |
| You' re dancin' means much more to me, | |
| Than any dream of mine. | |
| Yes, I' m so proud when you are with me, | |
| That my heart digs in my throat. | |
| And when you stop to strut your stuff, | |
| My eyes go all afloat. | |
| And when I have to leave you home | |
| As sometimes it must be. | |
| I feel that with my leaving | |
| I leave far too much of me. | |
| Yes, you' re my dancin' boy, | |
| And it' s scary how you trust me. | |
| Just one look from you, | |
| And I come pouring out like wine. | |
| You' re my dancin' boy, | |
| I' m sure by now that you must see, | |
| You' re dancin' means much more to me, | |
| Than any dream of mine. | |
| You know the time will come my dancin' boy | |
| When you' re dancin' days are done, | |
| And when daddy and his dancin' boy | |
| Will have dwindled down to one. | |
| You know the world will' ve taught you other steps | |
| To match the march of time, | |
| So you' ll have to keep our dancin' days | |
| Dancin' in your mind. | |
| Yes, do your dancin' , boy, | |
| Cuz it' s so scary how you trust me. | |
| Just one look from you, | |
| And I come pouring out like wine. | |
| Do your dancin' , boy. | |
| I' m sure by now that you must see | |
| You' re dancin' means much more to me, | |
| Than any dream of mine. |
| zuò qǔ : Harry Chapin | |
| When your daddy plays guitar, | |
| You dance without a smile. | |
| Kid you may not have great rhythm, | |
| But you sure got style. | |
| Just four years old and still it seems, | |
| You' ve got it figured out. | |
| When daddy sings, and then you dance, | |
| The people clap and shout. | |
| Cuz, you' re my dancin' boy, | |
| And it' s so scary how you trust me. | |
| Just one look from you, | |
| And I come pouring out like wine. | |
| Dancin' boy, I' m sure by now that you must see, | |
| You' re dancin' means much more to me, | |
| Than any dream of mine. | |
| Yes, I' m so proud when you are with me, | |
| That my heart digs in my throat. | |
| And when you stop to strut your stuff, | |
| My eyes go all afloat. | |
| And when I have to leave you home | |
| As sometimes it must be. | |
| I feel that with my leaving | |
| I leave far too much of me. | |
| Yes, you' re my dancin' boy, | |
| And it' s scary how you trust me. | |
| Just one look from you, | |
| And I come pouring out like wine. | |
| You' re my dancin' boy, | |
| I' m sure by now that you must see, | |
| You' re dancin' means much more to me, | |
| Than any dream of mine. | |
| You know the time will come my dancin' boy | |
| When you' re dancin' days are done, | |
| And when daddy and his dancin' boy | |
| Will have dwindled down to one. | |
| You know the world will' ve taught you other steps | |
| To match the march of time, | |
| So you' ll have to keep our dancin' days | |
| Dancin' in your mind. | |
| Yes, do your dancin' , boy, | |
| Cuz it' s so scary how you trust me. | |
| Just one look from you, | |
| And I come pouring out like wine. | |
| Do your dancin' , boy. | |
| I' m sure by now that you must see | |
| You' re dancin' means much more to me, | |
| Than any dream of mine. |