歌曲 | Sea Shanty |
歌手 | The Pogues |
专辑 | Original Album Series |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : MacGowan | |
Dear dirty London in the pouring rain | |
I wish to God I was back on the sea again | |
Though that belongs to the world of never will be | |
There was never a wilder bastard than me on the sea | |
I could fuck all the whores in damnation me boys | |
Though they wriggled and hollered and made a great noise | |
Then I'd drink till I stank and then drink plenty more | |
And I won't go down to the sea any more | |
But if I had ten pounds then I'd raise a loud cheer | |
And I'd toast all me neighbours both distant and dear | |
And I'd shoot back great belly-crippling buckets of beer | |
And a pox and a curse on the people round here | |
Wouldn't give you me the price of a half pint of beer | |
Wouldn't give you me the price of a cup of good cheer | |
A pox and a curse on the people round here | |
A man's ambition must indeed be small | |
To write his name upon a shithouse wall | |
But before I die I'll add my regal scrawl | |
To show the world I'm left with sweet fuck all | |
And when all of us bold shithouse poets do die | |
A monument grand they will raise to the sky | |
A monument made just to mark our great wit | |
A monument of solid shit now me boys | |
I met with Bill James we fought over crusts | |
I called him a whore and he booted me crotch | |
Then we shared out the jack and we thought it a treat | |
The compliments pass when the quality meet | |
The compliments pass when the quality meet | |
The compliments pass when the quality meet | |
The compliments pass when the quality meet |
zuo ci : MacGowan | |
Dear dirty London in the pouring rain | |
I wish to God I was back on the sea again | |
Though that belongs to the world of never will be | |
There was never a wilder bastard than me on the sea | |
I could fuck all the whores in damnation me boys | |
Though they wriggled and hollered and made a great noise | |
Then I' d drink till I stank and then drink plenty more | |
And I won' t go down to the sea any more | |
But if I had ten pounds then I' d raise a loud cheer | |
And I' d toast all me neighbours both distant and dear | |
And I' d shoot back great bellycrippling buckets of beer | |
And a pox and a curse on the people round here | |
Wouldn' t give you me the price of a half pint of beer | |
Wouldn' t give you me the price of a cup of good cheer | |
A pox and a curse on the people round here | |
A man' s ambition must indeed be small | |
To write his name upon a shithouse wall | |
But before I die I' ll add my regal scrawl | |
To show the world I' m left with sweet fuck all | |
And when all of us bold shithouse poets do die | |
A monument grand they will raise to the sky | |
A monument made just to mark our great wit | |
A monument of solid shit now me boys | |
I met with Bill James we fought over crusts | |
I called him a whore and he booted me crotch | |
Then we shared out the jack and we thought it a treat | |
The compliments pass when the quality meet | |
The compliments pass when the quality meet | |
The compliments pass when the quality meet | |
The compliments pass when the quality meet |
zuò cí : MacGowan | |
Dear dirty London in the pouring rain | |
I wish to God I was back on the sea again | |
Though that belongs to the world of never will be | |
There was never a wilder bastard than me on the sea | |
I could fuck all the whores in damnation me boys | |
Though they wriggled and hollered and made a great noise | |
Then I' d drink till I stank and then drink plenty more | |
And I won' t go down to the sea any more | |
But if I had ten pounds then I' d raise a loud cheer | |
And I' d toast all me neighbours both distant and dear | |
And I' d shoot back great bellycrippling buckets of beer | |
And a pox and a curse on the people round here | |
Wouldn' t give you me the price of a half pint of beer | |
Wouldn' t give you me the price of a cup of good cheer | |
A pox and a curse on the people round here | |
A man' s ambition must indeed be small | |
To write his name upon a shithouse wall | |
But before I die I' ll add my regal scrawl | |
To show the world I' m left with sweet fuck all | |
And when all of us bold shithouse poets do die | |
A monument grand they will raise to the sky | |
A monument made just to mark our great wit | |
A monument of solid shit now me boys | |
I met with Bill James we fought over crusts | |
I called him a whore and he booted me crotch | |
Then we shared out the jack and we thought it a treat | |
The compliments pass when the quality meet | |
The compliments pass when the quality meet | |
The compliments pass when the quality meet | |
The compliments pass when the quality meet |