| 歌曲 | 700 Foot Ceiling |
| 歌手 | The Tragically Hip |
| 专辑 | Trouble At The Henhouse |
| 作词 : The Tragically Hip/Rob Baker/Gord Sinclair/Johnny Fay/Paul Langlois/Gordon Edgar Downie | |
| 作曲 : The Tragically Hip/Rob Baker/Gord Sinclair/Johnny Fay/Paul Langlois/Gordon Edgar Downie | |
| Let's go to the park | |
| Let's go watch them flooding | |
| Out there after dark | |
| Don't have to think of nothing | |
| And I love that for | |
| For the way I'm feeling | |
| Seven hundred foot | |
| Seven hundred foot ceiling | |
| Let's take it to the top | |
| Of the tobacco nation | |
| We can aim the dish | |
| For hardcore invitations | |
| And I hate that for | |
| For the things I'm thinking | |
| When the clouds are low | |
| Seven hundred and sinking | |
| It's part hard, hard to remember | |
| It's part hard to say | |
| Parts unknown, unknown forever | |
| And those parts fade away | |
| But leanings toward, toward a full-stop's | |
| All I hear you say | |
| One foot on the stump | |
| The other's on the pulpit | |
| Seven hundred foot | |
| Seven hundred foot pulpit | |
| And I love that for | |
| For the way I'm feeling | |
| Seven hundred foot | |
| Seven hundred foot ceiling | |
| It's part hard, hard to remember | |
| It's part hard to say | |
| Parts unknown, unknown forever | |
| And those parts fade away | |
| In our own back yard | |
| We can do some flooding | |
| When it's cold and dark | |
| Don't have to think or nothing | |
| Don't have to think or nothing |
| zuò cí : The Tragically Hip Rob Baker Gord Sinclair Johnny Fay Paul Langlois Gordon Edgar Downie | |
| zuò qǔ : The Tragically Hip Rob Baker Gord Sinclair Johnny Fay Paul Langlois Gordon Edgar Downie | |
| Let' s go to the park | |
| Let' s go watch them flooding | |
| Out there after dark | |
| Don' t have to think of nothing | |
| And I love that for | |
| For the way I' m feeling | |
| Seven hundred foot | |
| Seven hundred foot ceiling | |
| Let' s take it to the top | |
| Of the tobacco nation | |
| We can aim the dish | |
| For hardcore invitations | |
| And I hate that for | |
| For the things I' m thinking | |
| When the clouds are low | |
| Seven hundred and sinking | |
| It' s part hard, hard to remember | |
| It' s part hard to say | |
| Parts unknown, unknown forever | |
| And those parts fade away | |
| But leanings toward, toward a fullstop' s | |
| All I hear you say | |
| One foot on the stump | |
| The other' s on the pulpit | |
| Seven hundred foot | |
| Seven hundred foot pulpit | |
| And I love that for | |
| For the way I' m feeling | |
| Seven hundred foot | |
| Seven hundred foot ceiling | |
| It' s part hard, hard to remember | |
| It' s part hard to say | |
| Parts unknown, unknown forever | |
| And those parts fade away | |
| In our own back yard | |
| We can do some flooding | |
| When it' s cold and dark | |
| Don' t have to think or nothing | |
| Don' t have to think or nothing |