歌曲 | Jus' Like Brigitte Bardot |
歌手 | Joshua Kadison |
专辑 | Delilah Blue |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kadison | |
Lyrics:Joshua Kadison Music:Joshua Kadison | |
Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine. | |
Twenty dollars to her name and a walk like you ain't never seen. | |
She moved into number eight with just a bottle in her hand, | |
an old radio wrapped up in it's cord and no particular plan. | |
I watched her in the hallway. She blew me a little kiss | |
and said, "Hey, baby, what's a boy like you, doin' in a place like this?" | |
Then she said, "Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news, | |
but this world ain't nothin' but a one way ticket to the blues." | |
Chorus: | |
Then she said, "Baby," she said, "Baby... | |
Baby, can you help me find a soul station on this old radio? | |
And we can steal us a little salvation if you got no place else to go. | |
Oh, baby, can you help me find a soul station? I'm feeling kinda low | |
and if you use your...use your 'magination, | |
baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte Bardot." | |
I was sweepin' a warehouse floor 'cross town midnight to eight. | |
If my ship was ever comin' in, it sure was dockin' late. | |
Neffertiti was dancin' six nights at a club jut off the strip. | |
After work we'd meet for breakfast, I'd help her count up all her tips. | |
She'd stuff some money in my pocket and say, "Baby, go back home. | |
Now what you tryin' to prove, boy, in this city all alone. | |
Then she said, "Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news, | |
but this world ain't nothin' but a one way ticket to the blues." | |
CHORUS | |
Spoken: | |
She'd say, "Mamma must be worried sick about you." | |
She'd make me send home letters every... 'bout every month or so. | |
So I'd be there writing at her kitchen table | |
and Neffertiti'd be dancin' to the sweet soul music playin' on her radio. | |
"Mamma wants to rock you, rock you slow, | |
to the sweet soul music on the radio." | |
CHORUS | |
Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine |
zuo qu : Kadison | |
Lyrics: Joshua Kadison Music: Joshua Kadison | |
Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine. | |
Twenty dollars to her name and a walk like you ain' t never seen. | |
She moved into number eight with just a bottle in her hand, | |
an old radio wrapped up in it' s cord and no particular plan. | |
I watched her in the hallway. She blew me a little kiss | |
and said, " Hey, baby, what' s a boy like you, doin' in a place like this?" | |
Then she said, " Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news, | |
but this world ain' t nothin' but a one way ticket to the blues." | |
Chorus: | |
Then she said, " Baby," she said, " Baby... | |
Baby, can you help me find a soul station on this old radio? | |
And we can steal us a little salvation if you got no place else to go. | |
Oh, baby, can you help me find a soul station? I' m feeling kinda low | |
and if you use your... use your ' magination, | |
baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte Bardot." | |
I was sweepin' a warehouse floor ' cross town midnight to eight. | |
If my ship was ever comin' in, it sure was dockin' late. | |
Neffertiti was dancin' six nights at a club jut off the strip. | |
After work we' d meet for breakfast, I' d help her count up all her tips. | |
She' d stuff some money in my pocket and say, " Baby, go back home. | |
Now what you tryin' to prove, boy, in this city all alone. | |
Then she said, " Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news, | |
but this world ain' t nothin' but a one way ticket to the blues." | |
CHORUS | |
Spoken: | |
She' d say, " Mamma must be worried sick about you." | |
She' d make me send home letters every... ' bout every month or so. | |
So I' d be there writing at her kitchen table | |
and Neffertiti' d be dancin' to the sweet soul music playin' on her radio. | |
" Mamma wants to rock you, rock you slow, | |
to the sweet soul music on the radio." | |
CHORUS | |
Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine |
zuò qǔ : Kadison | |
Lyrics: Joshua Kadison Music: Joshua Kadison | |
Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine. | |
Twenty dollars to her name and a walk like you ain' t never seen. | |
She moved into number eight with just a bottle in her hand, | |
an old radio wrapped up in it' s cord and no particular plan. | |
I watched her in the hallway. She blew me a little kiss | |
and said, " Hey, baby, what' s a boy like you, doin' in a place like this?" | |
Then she said, " Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news, | |
but this world ain' t nothin' but a one way ticket to the blues." | |
Chorus: | |
Then she said, " Baby," she said, " Baby... | |
Baby, can you help me find a soul station on this old radio? | |
And we can steal us a little salvation if you got no place else to go. | |
Oh, baby, can you help me find a soul station? I' m feeling kinda low | |
and if you use your... use your ' magination, | |
baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte Bardot." | |
I was sweepin' a warehouse floor ' cross town midnight to eight. | |
If my ship was ever comin' in, it sure was dockin' late. | |
Neffertiti was dancin' six nights at a club jut off the strip. | |
After work we' d meet for breakfast, I' d help her count up all her tips. | |
She' d stuff some money in my pocket and say, " Baby, go back home. | |
Now what you tryin' to prove, boy, in this city all alone. | |
Then she said, " Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news, | |
but this world ain' t nothin' but a one way ticket to the blues." | |
CHORUS | |
Spoken: | |
She' d say, " Mamma must be worried sick about you." | |
She' d make me send home letters every... ' bout every month or so. | |
So I' d be there writing at her kitchen table | |
and Neffertiti' d be dancin' to the sweet soul music playin' on her radio. | |
" Mamma wants to rock you, rock you slow, | |
to the sweet soul music on the radio." | |
CHORUS | |
Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine |