| 歌曲 | Laraby's Gang |
| 歌手 | Spin Doctors |
| 专辑 | TURN IT UPSIDE DOWN |
| 作词 : Barron | |
| Stoop's so fine on a summer's eve | |
| When you sit outside for a short reprieve | |
| Talk to folks as they come and leave | |
| Jono, Jay, and | |
| Crazy Steve. | |
| Night is down but it's bright as day | |
| You haven't been around since you went away | |
| Feels so good so that's what you say | |
| Folks say hi, but you say, "Hey." | |
| Well, that old mad dog, he's barking for the blues bone | |
| Orpheus got a black book and a telephone | |
| Plays that lyre 'cause he doesn't want to be alone; | |
| One look back....... | |
| Buy a beer, find a place to stand | |
| Have a couple laughs and hear the band | |
| Smoke a couple of your favorite brand | |
| Wake up with a stamp on the back of your hand. | |
| Don't blame me, it's all been | |
| Laraby's gang, now, now. | |
| Don't blame me for the song that the | |
| Nightingale sang, now, now. | |
| Don't blame me 'bout the vanishing waif, | |
| Don't blame me if your safe ain't safe, now, now. | |
| Sun comes up, you're still awake. | |
| There's the sky, still as a lake. | |
| Not even that can drown the ache, | |
| Looks so high, it must be fake. |
| zuò cí : Barron | |
| Stoop' s so fine on a summer' s eve | |
| When you sit outside for a short reprieve | |
| Talk to folks as they come and leave | |
| Jono, Jay, and | |
| Crazy Steve. | |
| Night is down but it' s bright as day | |
| You haven' t been around since you went away | |
| Feels so good so that' s what you say | |
| Folks say hi, but you say, " Hey." | |
| Well, that old mad dog, he' s barking for the blues bone | |
| Orpheus got a black book and a telephone | |
| Plays that lyre ' cause he doesn' t want to be alone | |
| One look back....... | |
| Buy a beer, find a place to stand | |
| Have a couple laughs and hear the band | |
| Smoke a couple of your favorite brand | |
| Wake up with a stamp on the back of your hand. | |
| Don' t blame me, it' s all been | |
| Laraby' s gang, now, now. | |
| Don' t blame me for the song that the | |
| Nightingale sang, now, now. | |
| Don' t blame me ' bout the vanishing waif, | |
| Don' t blame me if your safe ain' t safe, now, now. | |
| Sun comes up, you' re still awake. | |
| There' s the sky, still as a lake. | |
| Not even that can drown the ache, | |
| Looks so high, it must be fake. |