歌曲 | Up The Junction |
歌手 | Squeeze |
专辑 | Spot The Difference |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Difford, Tilbrook | |
(difford/tilbrook) | |
I never thought it would happen | |
With me and the girl from clapham | |
Out on a windy common | |
That night i ain't forgotten | |
When she dealt out the rations | |
With some or other passions | |
I said you are a lady | |
Perhaps she said i may be | |
We moved into a basement | |
With thoughts of our engagement | |
We stayed in by the telly | |
Although the room was smelly | |
We spent our time just kissing | |
The railway arms we're missing | |
But love had got us hooked up | |
And all our time it took up | |
I got a job with stanley | |
He said i'd come in handy | |
And started me on monday | |
So i had a bath on sunday | |
I worked eleven hours | |
And bought the girl some flowers | |
She said she'd seen a doctor | |
And nothing now could stop her | |
I worked all through the winter | |
The weather brass and bitter | |
I put away a tenner | |
Each week to make her better | |
And when the time was ready | |
We had to sell the telly | |
Late evenings by the fire | |
With little kicks inside her | |
This morning at 4:50 | |
I took her rather nifty | |
Down to an incubator | |
Where thirty minutes later | |
She gave birth to a daughter | |
Within a year a walker | |
She looked just like her mother | |
If there could be another | |
And now she's two years older | |
Her mother's with a soldier | |
She left me when my drinking | |
Became a proper stinging | |
The devil came and took me | |
From bar to street to bookie | |
No more nights by the telly | |
No more nights nappies smelling | |
Alone here in the kitchen | |
I feel there's something missing | |
I'd beg for some forgiveness | |
But begging's not my business | |
And she won't write a letter | |
Although i always tell her | |
And so it's my assumption | |
I'm really up the junction |
zuo ci : Difford, Tilbrook | |
difford tilbrook | |
I never thought it would happen | |
With me and the girl from clapham | |
Out on a windy common | |
That night i ain' t forgotten | |
When she dealt out the rations | |
With some or other passions | |
I said you are a lady | |
Perhaps she said i may be | |
We moved into a basement | |
With thoughts of our engagement | |
We stayed in by the telly | |
Although the room was smelly | |
We spent our time just kissing | |
The railway arms we' re missing | |
But love had got us hooked up | |
And all our time it took up | |
I got a job with stanley | |
He said i' d come in handy | |
And started me on monday | |
So i had a bath on sunday | |
I worked eleven hours | |
And bought the girl some flowers | |
She said she' d seen a doctor | |
And nothing now could stop her | |
I worked all through the winter | |
The weather brass and bitter | |
I put away a tenner | |
Each week to make her better | |
And when the time was ready | |
We had to sell the telly | |
Late evenings by the fire | |
With little kicks inside her | |
This morning at 4: 50 | |
I took her rather nifty | |
Down to an incubator | |
Where thirty minutes later | |
She gave birth to a daughter | |
Within a year a walker | |
She looked just like her mother | |
If there could be another | |
And now she' s two years older | |
Her mother' s with a soldier | |
She left me when my drinking | |
Became a proper stinging | |
The devil came and took me | |
From bar to street to bookie | |
No more nights by the telly | |
No more nights nappies smelling | |
Alone here in the kitchen | |
I feel there' s something missing | |
I' d beg for some forgiveness | |
But begging' s not my business | |
And she won' t write a letter | |
Although i always tell her | |
And so it' s my assumption | |
I' m really up the junction |
zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook | |
difford tilbrook | |
I never thought it would happen | |
With me and the girl from clapham | |
Out on a windy common | |
That night i ain' t forgotten | |
When she dealt out the rations | |
With some or other passions | |
I said you are a lady | |
Perhaps she said i may be | |
We moved into a basement | |
With thoughts of our engagement | |
We stayed in by the telly | |
Although the room was smelly | |
We spent our time just kissing | |
The railway arms we' re missing | |
But love had got us hooked up | |
And all our time it took up | |
I got a job with stanley | |
He said i' d come in handy | |
And started me on monday | |
So i had a bath on sunday | |
I worked eleven hours | |
And bought the girl some flowers | |
She said she' d seen a doctor | |
And nothing now could stop her | |
I worked all through the winter | |
The weather brass and bitter | |
I put away a tenner | |
Each week to make her better | |
And when the time was ready | |
We had to sell the telly | |
Late evenings by the fire | |
With little kicks inside her | |
This morning at 4: 50 | |
I took her rather nifty | |
Down to an incubator | |
Where thirty minutes later | |
She gave birth to a daughter | |
Within a year a walker | |
She looked just like her mother | |
If there could be another | |
And now she' s two years older | |
Her mother' s with a soldier | |
She left me when my drinking | |
Became a proper stinging | |
The devil came and took me | |
From bar to street to bookie | |
No more nights by the telly | |
No more nights nappies smelling | |
Alone here in the kitchen | |
I feel there' s something missing | |
I' d beg for some forgiveness | |
But begging' s not my business | |
And she won' t write a letter | |
Although i always tell her | |
And so it' s my assumption | |
I' m really up the junction |