| 歌曲 | Willie Dixon Said |
| 歌手 | Tom Cochrane |
| 专辑 | Xray Sierra |
| 作词 : Cochrane | |
| Junkyard pilot and his sidekick derelict | |
| Blactop halle bop microbus news do you get it? | |
| Dialect comes so slick that you can't predict the news | |
| Water it down like butternut blues | |
| Black smoke's lightening comin' up the trees | |
| Wrap it up nice put a bow round it please | |
| Telly myself again and again and again | |
| Get out of this son - state of mind we're in | |
| Like Willie Dixon said got to find me a place | |
| To clear my head | |
| Halle bop, halle bop I said | |
| Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab | |
| Like Willie Dixon said got to find me a place | |
| To clear my head | |
| Halle bop, halle bop I said | |
| Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab | |
| Justice lies somewhere behind...between | |
| The have nots and the plasticine lies | |
| Black spit twilight holograph scene | |
| Conjured up images of apocalypse steam | |
| Words never spoken wait on the lips | |
| On the door step of a woman's millenium hips | |
| Big bang wash clothes delirium | |
| Nostradamus' imposter and one last run | |
| CHORUS | |
| Haze falls away revealing dreams | |
| Like writing a letter to myself it seems | |
| Garage sales, paper trails, e-mails | |
| Junk mail there for the plans that fail | |
| God I miss you, I miss you real bad | |
| The only thing real that I've ever had | |
| Halle bop, halle bop I said | |
| Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab | |
| CHORUS |
| zuò cí : Cochrane | |
| Junkyard pilot and his sidekick derelict | |
| Blactop halle bop microbus news do you get it? | |
| Dialect comes so slick that you can' t predict the news | |
| Water it down like butternut blues | |
| Black smoke' s lightening comin' up the trees | |
| Wrap it up nice put a bow round it please | |
| Telly myself again and again and again | |
| Get out of this son state of mind we' re in | |
| Like Willie Dixon said got to find me a place | |
| To clear my head | |
| Halle bop, halle bop I said | |
| Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab | |
| Like Willie Dixon said got to find me a place | |
| To clear my head | |
| Halle bop, halle bop I said | |
| Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab | |
| Justice lies somewhere behind... between | |
| The have nots and the plasticine lies | |
| Black spit twilight holograph scene | |
| Conjured up images of apocalypse steam | |
| Words never spoken wait on the lips | |
| On the door step of a woman' s millenium hips | |
| Big bang wash clothes delirium | |
| Nostradamus' imposter and one last run | |
| CHORUS | |
| Haze falls away revealing dreams | |
| Like writing a letter to myself it seems | |
| Garage sales, paper trails, emails | |
| Junk mail there for the plans that fail | |
| God I miss you, I miss you real bad | |
| The only thing real that I' ve ever had | |
| Halle bop, halle bop I said | |
| Gonna halle bop me gonna hail me a cab | |
| CHORUS |