歌曲 | My Friend The Fly |
歌手 | Barry Adamson |
专辑 | Stranger On The Sofa |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Adamson | |
My friend the fly is a cheeky little mite | |
He enters by the window and he hangs out by the light | |
He guages where I'm at and then he swoops from yay on high | |
And buzzes right up close and says it's me your friend the fly | |
And I fly into a rage as he deceives my point of view | |
He's just a little fly and yes I know that much is true | |
And something touched me on the head and I gave myself a whack | |
And slipped on a banana skin and smack right on my back | |
My friend the fly swoping low begins to sing | |
My ankle has been sprained and now my arm is in a sling | |
He seems to take delight as now he spins and loops the loop | |
My mind is sharp and my eye is keen to land him in the soup | |
As he begins to serenade of things of sheer delight | |
Then focus my attention and my will with all my might | |
And almost flying through the air I give myself a whack | |
Then down a flight of thirteen steps and smack right on my back | |
ooh | |
I'm lying in the hospital it's the thirteenth floor for me | |
No solitude no food is this the life you seek | |
Despite that cheeky so and so's attempts to spoil my day | |
That pretty nurse with the bandages she just can't stay away | |
If you could see what I've become you'd get a strange surprise | |
Indeed I am invisible except for nose and eyes | |
When noone comes to visit then I'm really quite relieved | |
Except when I remember and I really get quite peeved | |
And almost right on cue I hear a buzzing somewhere near | |
My heart begins to swell because one thing is now quite clear | |
He guages where I am at and he swoops from yay on high | |
He buzzes right up close and says it's me your friend the fly | |
He sits upon my noggin and we share a smoke or two | |
And I'm moved to say it's great to have a friend a friend like you | |
No more will I try and beat you down and drive us round the bend | |
Because after all it's me and you the fly my only friend |
zuo qu : Adamson | |
My friend the fly is a cheeky little mite | |
He enters by the window and he hangs out by the light | |
He guages where I' m at and then he swoops from yay on high | |
And buzzes right up close and says it' s me your friend the fly | |
And I fly into a rage as he deceives my point of view | |
He' s just a little fly and yes I know that much is true | |
And something touched me on the head and I gave myself a whack | |
And slipped on a banana skin and smack right on my back | |
My friend the fly swoping low begins to sing | |
My ankle has been sprained and now my arm is in a sling | |
He seems to take delight as now he spins and loops the loop | |
My mind is sharp and my eye is keen to land him in the soup | |
As he begins to serenade of things of sheer delight | |
Then focus my attention and my will with all my might | |
And almost flying through the air I give myself a whack | |
Then down a flight of thirteen steps and smack right on my back | |
ooh | |
I' m lying in the hospital it' s the thirteenth floor for me | |
No solitude no food is this the life you seek | |
Despite that cheeky so and so' s attempts to spoil my day | |
That pretty nurse with the bandages she just can' t stay away | |
If you could see what I' ve become you' d get a strange surprise | |
Indeed I am invisible except for nose and eyes | |
When noone comes to visit then I' m really quite relieved | |
Except when I remember and I really get quite peeved | |
And almost right on cue I hear a buzzing somewhere near | |
My heart begins to swell because one thing is now quite clear | |
He guages where I am at and he swoops from yay on high | |
He buzzes right up close and says it' s me your friend the fly | |
He sits upon my noggin and we share a smoke or two | |
And I' m moved to say it' s great to have a friend a friend like you | |
No more will I try and beat you down and drive us round the bend | |
Because after all it' s me and you the fly my only friend |
zuò qǔ : Adamson | |
My friend the fly is a cheeky little mite | |
He enters by the window and he hangs out by the light | |
He guages where I' m at and then he swoops from yay on high | |
And buzzes right up close and says it' s me your friend the fly | |
And I fly into a rage as he deceives my point of view | |
He' s just a little fly and yes I know that much is true | |
And something touched me on the head and I gave myself a whack | |
And slipped on a banana skin and smack right on my back | |
My friend the fly swoping low begins to sing | |
My ankle has been sprained and now my arm is in a sling | |
He seems to take delight as now he spins and loops the loop | |
My mind is sharp and my eye is keen to land him in the soup | |
As he begins to serenade of things of sheer delight | |
Then focus my attention and my will with all my might | |
And almost flying through the air I give myself a whack | |
Then down a flight of thirteen steps and smack right on my back | |
ooh | |
I' m lying in the hospital it' s the thirteenth floor for me | |
No solitude no food is this the life you seek | |
Despite that cheeky so and so' s attempts to spoil my day | |
That pretty nurse with the bandages she just can' t stay away | |
If you could see what I' ve become you' d get a strange surprise | |
Indeed I am invisible except for nose and eyes | |
When noone comes to visit then I' m really quite relieved | |
Except when I remember and I really get quite peeved | |
And almost right on cue I hear a buzzing somewhere near | |
My heart begins to swell because one thing is now quite clear | |
He guages where I am at and he swoops from yay on high | |
He buzzes right up close and says it' s me your friend the fly | |
He sits upon my noggin and we share a smoke or two | |
And I' m moved to say it' s great to have a friend a friend like you | |
No more will I try and beat you down and drive us round the bend | |
Because after all it' s me and you the fly my only friend |