歌曲 | Dirty Postcards |
歌手 | The Korgis |
专辑 | The Korgis |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Warren | |
I thought it was a joke when you called me up | |
And said you needed ironing | |
There were creases in your facial lining | |
Won't you have a little rest when they turn out the lights | |
A nice cup of tea and you'll be feeling alright | |
Don't fret, you'll recover yet you'll see | |
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me | |
Back to me, back to me | |
I thought it was a lark when you phoned my dad | |
And told him that you'd have to catch the measles | |
You're flesh was being ripped to shreds by weasels | |
Won't you have a little rest when they turn out the lights | |
A nice cup of tea and you'll be feeling alright | |
Don't fret, you'll recover yet you'll see | |
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me | |
Back to me, back to me | |
T'was on the Norfolk Broads | |
We were punting one day | |
You received a nasty bump on the head | |
And you've never been the same since needless to say | |
How I wish it could have been me instead | |
I wish it could have been me instead | |
I thought it was a prank when you wired the Pope | |
To say you'd a vision of an aardvaark | |
Who was perpetrating ghastly deeds with St Mark | |
Won't you have a little rest when they turn out the lights | |
A nice cup of tea and you'll be feeling alright | |
Don't fret, you'll recover yet you'll see | |
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me | |
Back to me, back to me |
zuo qu : Warren | |
I thought it was a joke when you called me up | |
And said you needed ironing | |
There were creases in your facial lining | |
Won' t you have a little rest when they turn out the lights | |
A nice cup of tea and you' ll be feeling alright | |
Don' t fret, you' ll recover yet you' ll see | |
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me | |
Back to me, back to me | |
I thought it was a lark when you phoned my dad | |
And told him that you' d have to catch the measles | |
You' re flesh was being ripped to shreds by weasels | |
Won' t you have a little rest when they turn out the lights | |
A nice cup of tea and you' ll be feeling alright | |
Don' t fret, you' ll recover yet you' ll see | |
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me | |
Back to me, back to me | |
T' was on the Norfolk Broads | |
We were punting one day | |
You received a nasty bump on the head | |
And you' ve never been the same since needless to say | |
How I wish it could have been me instead | |
I wish it could have been me instead | |
I thought it was a prank when you wired the Pope | |
To say you' d a vision of an aardvaark | |
Who was perpetrating ghastly deeds with St Mark | |
Won' t you have a little rest when they turn out the lights | |
A nice cup of tea and you' ll be feeling alright | |
Don' t fret, you' ll recover yet you' ll see | |
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me | |
Back to me, back to me |
zuò qǔ : Warren | |
I thought it was a joke when you called me up | |
And said you needed ironing | |
There were creases in your facial lining | |
Won' t you have a little rest when they turn out the lights | |
A nice cup of tea and you' ll be feeling alright | |
Don' t fret, you' ll recover yet you' ll see | |
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me | |
Back to me, back to me | |
I thought it was a lark when you phoned my dad | |
And told him that you' d have to catch the measles | |
You' re flesh was being ripped to shreds by weasels | |
Won' t you have a little rest when they turn out the lights | |
A nice cup of tea and you' ll be feeling alright | |
Don' t fret, you' ll recover yet you' ll see | |
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me | |
Back to me, back to me | |
T' was on the Norfolk Broads | |
We were punting one day | |
You received a nasty bump on the head | |
And you' ve never been the same since needless to say | |
How I wish it could have been me instead | |
I wish it could have been me instead | |
I thought it was a prank when you wired the Pope | |
To say you' d a vision of an aardvaark | |
Who was perpetrating ghastly deeds with St Mark | |
Won' t you have a little rest when they turn out the lights | |
A nice cup of tea and you' ll be feeling alright | |
Don' t fret, you' ll recover yet you' ll see | |
So keep on sending dirty postcards back to me | |
Back to me, back to me |