歌曲 | Blue Serenade |
歌手 | The Manhattan Transfer |
专辑 | The Offbeat Of Avenues |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hauser, Parks | |
Hot to trot shot, | |
Out to the hot spot | |
Up to the nines with bodies in line | |
An' feelin' so fine | |
What's to lose, go get m shoes | |
You take a train, you find a | |
Fascinatin' rhythm in the rain | |
At every stop, | |
You hear the clippin' and the clop | |
You take a beat, you find a | |
Fascinatin' rhythm in your feet | |
It's so complete and you know | |
Nothin' can compete | |
(you ain't seen nothin', you ain't seen nothin' - yet!) | |
You start to palpitate and the | |
Jeep is shakin' the snake | |
Like a man upon the move for a | |
Doll who doesn't hesitate | |
Bad john | |
You hear the sound of a sad song | |
And when the downtown folk | |
All shake it on out tonite | |
Jeep is jake and rakin' in the take | |
Bad john | |
You are back where you belong | |
She's such a sight tonite (hello) | |
A caribana with a fan a top banana | |
In a blue savanna moon | |
A neck in neck | |
You tell her darlin' get the check | |
You're all electric | |
Up in harlem in a swoon | |
Another dance with a with a tropical fan | |
Another chance with | |
The topical tan | |
Mean swimmin' saxophones | |
Takin' in the wimmin' and | |
Shakin' them bones | |
The goat get in the fete begin | |
Naughty in the body and set for sin | |
A creole girl step up and say | |
'never say never' | |
With a casual sway | |
Takin' her time to come my way | |
Bad john | |
You are back where you belong | |
All reet i'm tippin' in, deed i do | |
And while the goat is on the fire | |
And every note is your desire | |
You approve her every move | |
You in a spin (come on in) | |
She wanna grab you by the duff | |
And tell you | |
Honey this is tough enough | |
For sure | |
There's the door, | |
What are you waiting for? | |
And just us two, | |
Serenading in blue | |
You take a frail who makes a | |
Copesetic caper with her tail | |
I'm tellin' you, she really | |
Puttin' on a do | |
The saxophones, you can't relax | |
When there is rhythm in your bones | |
You're on the hoof, | |
You raise a racket on the roof | |
Some syncopation, makin' with the | |
Eyes an arisin' occasion | |
Made it in the shade the way they | |
Played that satin serenade in blue |
zuo ci : Hauser, Parks | |
Hot to trot shot, | |
Out to the hot spot | |
Up to the nines with bodies in line | |
An' feelin' so fine | |
What' s to lose, go get m shoes | |
You take a train, you find a | |
Fascinatin' rhythm in the rain | |
At every stop, | |
You hear the clippin' and the clop | |
You take a beat, you find a | |
Fascinatin' rhythm in your feet | |
It' s so complete and you know | |
Nothin' can compete | |
you ain' t seen nothin', you ain' t seen nothin' yet! | |
You start to palpitate and the | |
Jeep is shakin' the snake | |
Like a man upon the move for a | |
Doll who doesn' t hesitate | |
Bad john | |
You hear the sound of a sad song | |
And when the downtown folk | |
All shake it on out tonite | |
Jeep is jake and rakin' in the take | |
Bad john | |
You are back where you belong | |
She' s such a sight tonite hello | |
A caribana with a fan a top banana | |
In a blue savanna moon | |
A neck in neck | |
You tell her darlin' get the check | |
You' re all electric | |
Up in harlem in a swoon | |
Another dance with a with a tropical fan | |
Another chance with | |
The topical tan | |
Mean swimmin' saxophones | |
Takin' in the wimmin' and | |
Shakin' them bones | |
The goat get in the fete begin | |
Naughty in the body and set for sin | |
A creole girl step up and say | |
' never say never' | |
With a casual sway | |
Takin' her time to come my way | |
Bad john | |
You are back where you belong | |
All reet i' m tippin' in, deed i do | |
And while the goat is on the fire | |
And every note is your desire | |
You approve her every move | |
You in a spin come on in | |
She wanna grab you by the duff | |
And tell you | |
Honey this is tough enough | |
For sure | |
There' s the door, | |
What are you waiting for? | |
And just us two, | |
Serenading in blue | |
You take a frail who makes a | |
Copesetic caper with her tail | |
I' m tellin' you, she really | |
Puttin' on a do | |
The saxophones, you can' t relax | |
When there is rhythm in your bones | |
You' re on the hoof, | |
You raise a racket on the roof | |
Some syncopation, makin' with the | |
Eyes an arisin' occasion | |
Made it in the shade the way they | |
Played that satin serenade in blue |
zuò cí : Hauser, Parks | |
Hot to trot shot, | |
Out to the hot spot | |
Up to the nines with bodies in line | |
An' feelin' so fine | |
What' s to lose, go get m shoes | |
You take a train, you find a | |
Fascinatin' rhythm in the rain | |
At every stop, | |
You hear the clippin' and the clop | |
You take a beat, you find a | |
Fascinatin' rhythm in your feet | |
It' s so complete and you know | |
Nothin' can compete | |
you ain' t seen nothin', you ain' t seen nothin' yet! | |
You start to palpitate and the | |
Jeep is shakin' the snake | |
Like a man upon the move for a | |
Doll who doesn' t hesitate | |
Bad john | |
You hear the sound of a sad song | |
And when the downtown folk | |
All shake it on out tonite | |
Jeep is jake and rakin' in the take | |
Bad john | |
You are back where you belong | |
She' s such a sight tonite hello | |
A caribana with a fan a top banana | |
In a blue savanna moon | |
A neck in neck | |
You tell her darlin' get the check | |
You' re all electric | |
Up in harlem in a swoon | |
Another dance with a with a tropical fan | |
Another chance with | |
The topical tan | |
Mean swimmin' saxophones | |
Takin' in the wimmin' and | |
Shakin' them bones | |
The goat get in the fete begin | |
Naughty in the body and set for sin | |
A creole girl step up and say | |
' never say never' | |
With a casual sway | |
Takin' her time to come my way | |
Bad john | |
You are back where you belong | |
All reet i' m tippin' in, deed i do | |
And while the goat is on the fire | |
And every note is your desire | |
You approve her every move | |
You in a spin come on in | |
She wanna grab you by the duff | |
And tell you | |
Honey this is tough enough | |
For sure | |
There' s the door, | |
What are you waiting for? | |
And just us two, | |
Serenading in blue | |
You take a frail who makes a | |
Copesetic caper with her tail | |
I' m tellin' you, she really | |
Puttin' on a do | |
The saxophones, you can' t relax | |
When there is rhythm in your bones | |
You' re on the hoof, | |
You raise a racket on the roof | |
Some syncopation, makin' with the | |
Eyes an arisin' occasion | |
Made it in the shade the way they | |
Played that satin serenade in blue |