歌曲 | Fishies |
歌手 | The Cat Empire |
专辑 | So Many Nights |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Angus, Felix | |
I left the house, left the room with the foxy on my back | |
And my supplies in a magic pack | |
And I followed the sound of music | |
Not up a hill but down to an old wharf shack | |
Inside I heard the trumpets call | |
I salute to the champions on the wall | |
And in the jazz of squalls | |
And impassioned brawls she danced | |
And the night she looked so fine to me | |
Oh, I am a man on an | |
OdysseyAnd so tie me to the mast, | |
I must believe | |
Wow, didi, didi, | |
I just had to look | |
I said, wow, didi, didi, how those hips, they shook | |
Eye patch tongue ring little black book | |
Welcome fishies to my hook | |
And the tiny chefs, they waved their giant knives | |
And the dark goumas they flicked dynamite | |
Still I kept the sight of my desire | |
And this one thing's sure | |
I made no apologies | |
Lights dimmed but she shone like mythology | |
And I must admit she felt so alive | |
Wow, didi, didi, | |
I just had to look | |
I said, wow, didi, didi, how those hips, they shook | |
Eye patch tongue ring little black book | |
Welcome fishies to my hook | |
She waves for everybody down on the floor | |
As if to pray to the | |
Gods of the festival | |
And there we were in the depths of the wild below | |
Her face so close | |
I could taste the distant shores | |
She whispered, wait for the trumpet's call | |
It's not exactly love it's to adore | |
Wow, didi, didi, | |
I just had to look | |
I said, wow, didi, didi, how those hips, they shook | |
Eye patch tongue ring little black book | |
Welcome fishies to my hook |
zuo qu : Angus, Felix | |
I left the house, left the room with the foxy on my back | |
And my supplies in a magic pack | |
And I followed the sound of music | |
Not up a hill but down to an old wharf shack | |
Inside I heard the trumpets call | |
I salute to the champions on the wall | |
And in the jazz of squalls | |
And impassioned brawls she danced | |
And the night she looked so fine to me | |
Oh, I am a man on an | |
OdysseyAnd so tie me to the mast, | |
I must believe | |
Wow, didi, didi, | |
I just had to look | |
I said, wow, didi, didi, how those hips, they shook | |
Eye patch tongue ring little black book | |
Welcome fishies to my hook | |
And the tiny chefs, they waved their giant knives | |
And the dark goumas they flicked dynamite | |
Still I kept the sight of my desire | |
And this one thing' s sure | |
I made no apologies | |
Lights dimmed but she shone like mythology | |
And I must admit she felt so alive | |
Wow, didi, didi, | |
I just had to look | |
I said, wow, didi, didi, how those hips, they shook | |
Eye patch tongue ring little black book | |
Welcome fishies to my hook | |
She waves for everybody down on the floor | |
As if to pray to the | |
Gods of the festival | |
And there we were in the depths of the wild below | |
Her face so close | |
I could taste the distant shores | |
She whispered, wait for the trumpet' s call | |
It' s not exactly love it' s to adore | |
Wow, didi, didi, | |
I just had to look | |
I said, wow, didi, didi, how those hips, they shook | |
Eye patch tongue ring little black book | |
Welcome fishies to my hook |
zuò qǔ : Angus, Felix | |
I left the house, left the room with the foxy on my back | |
And my supplies in a magic pack | |
And I followed the sound of music | |
Not up a hill but down to an old wharf shack | |
Inside I heard the trumpets call | |
I salute to the champions on the wall | |
And in the jazz of squalls | |
And impassioned brawls she danced | |
And the night she looked so fine to me | |
Oh, I am a man on an | |
OdysseyAnd so tie me to the mast, | |
I must believe | |
Wow, didi, didi, | |
I just had to look | |
I said, wow, didi, didi, how those hips, they shook | |
Eye patch tongue ring little black book | |
Welcome fishies to my hook | |
And the tiny chefs, they waved their giant knives | |
And the dark goumas they flicked dynamite | |
Still I kept the sight of my desire | |
And this one thing' s sure | |
I made no apologies | |
Lights dimmed but she shone like mythology | |
And I must admit she felt so alive | |
Wow, didi, didi, | |
I just had to look | |
I said, wow, didi, didi, how those hips, they shook | |
Eye patch tongue ring little black book | |
Welcome fishies to my hook | |
She waves for everybody down on the floor | |
As if to pray to the | |
Gods of the festival | |
And there we were in the depths of the wild below | |
Her face so close | |
I could taste the distant shores | |
She whispered, wait for the trumpet' s call | |
It' s not exactly love it' s to adore | |
Wow, didi, didi, | |
I just had to look | |
I said, wow, didi, didi, how those hips, they shook | |
Eye patch tongue ring little black book | |
Welcome fishies to my hook |