歌曲 | Bedbugs |
歌手 | Squirrel Nut Zippers |
专辑 | Bedlam Ballroom |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mathus | |
Down in the country where | |
I was born, | |
We'd go to church ev'ry | |
Sunday mornin', | |
Then in the evening the lights would fade, | |
These are the words that my mama said: "Children I hope you sleep tight, And don't let the bedbugs bite, If you should die before you wake, Pray good God your soul will take." (Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya.) | |
Preacher would tell us that the lord was good, | |
All us little children should knock on wood, | |
Preacher would tell us 'bout the angels and saints, | |
Grandfather taught us 'bout the spooks and [inaudable], | |
He said: "(Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [no, no] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya.)" | |
Then I'd pull the covers up over my head, | |
Stop thinkin' 'bout the things underneath the bed, | |
Thunder and the lightnin' begin to boom, | |
Somebody's knockin', but nobody's home. (Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [no, no] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya.)[x2] |
zuo ci : Mathus | |
Down in the country where | |
I was born, | |
We' d go to church ev' ry | |
Sunday mornin', | |
Then in the evening the lights would fade, | |
These are the words that my mama said: " Children I hope you sleep tight, And don' t let the bedbugs bite, If you should die before you wake, Pray good God your soul will take." Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, children Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, children Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya. | |
Preacher would tell us that the lord was good, | |
All us little children should knock on wood, | |
Preacher would tell us ' bout the angels and saints, | |
Grandfather taught us ' bout the spooks and inaudable, | |
He said: " Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, children Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, no, no Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya." | |
Then I' d pull the covers up over my head, | |
Stop thinkin' ' bout the things underneath the bed, | |
Thunder and the lightnin' begin to boom, | |
Somebody' s knockin', but nobody' s home. Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, children Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, children Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, no, no Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya. x2 |
zuò cí : Mathus | |
Down in the country where | |
I was born, | |
We' d go to church ev' ry | |
Sunday mornin', | |
Then in the evening the lights would fade, | |
These are the words that my mama said: " Children I hope you sleep tight, And don' t let the bedbugs bite, If you should die before you wake, Pray good God your soul will take." Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, children Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, children Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya. | |
Preacher would tell us that the lord was good, | |
All us little children should knock on wood, | |
Preacher would tell us ' bout the angels and saints, | |
Grandfather taught us ' bout the spooks and inaudable, | |
He said: " Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, children Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, no, no Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya." | |
Then I' d pull the covers up over my head, | |
Stop thinkin' ' bout the things underneath the bed, | |
Thunder and the lightnin' begin to boom, | |
Somebody' s knockin', but nobody' s home. Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, children Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, children Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, no, no Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya. x2 |