歌曲 | Bill McCai |
歌手 | The Coral |
专辑 | Singles Collection |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Skelly | |
His family taught him right from wrong | |
With local tales and children's songs | |
Sunday school was his shelter | |
With his friends Joe and Walter | |
Now those days seem far away | |
An empty swing where he once played | |
Now Bill's grown so fat and bald | |
He never thought that he'd grow old | |
And everyday when he gets the train | |
Looks out the window and thinks in vain | |
If I could only be that boy again | |
His sales job it gets him down | |
Same old faces same old sounds | |
Heart attacks, orthopaedic backs | |
Documents in labelled racks | |
His wife can't stand the sight of him | |
With his routine glass of gin | |
She makes his lunch of processed ham | |
And waits in for the meter man | |
And everyday when he gets the train | |
Looks out the window and thinks in vain | |
If I could only be that boy again | |
Another day another gin | |
His kids don't even notice him | |
Something different about his face | |
His happy smile seems out of place | |
His family gathered round for tea | |
Eyes fixed on their new telly | |
Newsflash came, then it said | |
Bill McCai was just found dead | |
No more windows, no more trains | |
Hung himself out in the rain | |
Now he'll never be that boy again | |
And we say bye-bye Bill McCai |
zuo qu : Skelly | |
His family taught him right from wrong | |
With local tales and children' s songs | |
Sunday school was his shelter | |
With his friends Joe and Walter | |
Now those days seem far away | |
An empty swing where he once played | |
Now Bill' s grown so fat and bald | |
He never thought that he' d grow old | |
And everyday when he gets the train | |
Looks out the window and thinks in vain | |
If I could only be that boy again | |
His sales job it gets him down | |
Same old faces same old sounds | |
Heart attacks, orthopaedic backs | |
Documents in labelled racks | |
His wife can' t stand the sight of him | |
With his routine glass of gin | |
She makes his lunch of processed ham | |
And waits in for the meter man | |
And everyday when he gets the train | |
Looks out the window and thinks in vain | |
If I could only be that boy again | |
Another day another gin | |
His kids don' t even notice him | |
Something different about his face | |
His happy smile seems out of place | |
His family gathered round for tea | |
Eyes fixed on their new telly | |
Newsflash came, then it said | |
Bill McCai was just found dead | |
No more windows, no more trains | |
Hung himself out in the rain | |
Now he' ll never be that boy again | |
And we say byebye Bill McCai |
zuò qǔ : Skelly | |
His family taught him right from wrong | |
With local tales and children' s songs | |
Sunday school was his shelter | |
With his friends Joe and Walter | |
Now those days seem far away | |
An empty swing where he once played | |
Now Bill' s grown so fat and bald | |
He never thought that he' d grow old | |
And everyday when he gets the train | |
Looks out the window and thinks in vain | |
If I could only be that boy again | |
His sales job it gets him down | |
Same old faces same old sounds | |
Heart attacks, orthopaedic backs | |
Documents in labelled racks | |
His wife can' t stand the sight of him | |
With his routine glass of gin | |
She makes his lunch of processed ham | |
And waits in for the meter man | |
And everyday when he gets the train | |
Looks out the window and thinks in vain | |
If I could only be that boy again | |
Another day another gin | |
His kids don' t even notice him | |
Something different about his face | |
His happy smile seems out of place | |
His family gathered round for tea | |
Eyes fixed on their new telly | |
Newsflash came, then it said | |
Bill McCai was just found dead | |
No more windows, no more trains | |
Hung himself out in the rain | |
Now he' ll never be that boy again | |
And we say byebye Bill McCai |