歌曲 | Lonesome D.J. |
歌手 | Golden Earring |
专辑 | Switch |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hay, Kooymans | |
Here's a sad, real sad record | |
I've gotta dedicate | |
To a friend out there, somewhere on a big highway | |
That's quite a note you wrote | |
Before you sneaked out with that - what's his name? | |
Here's our song, yes the one | |
I used to play for you all day | |
You've gotta call and explain | |
Before you leave the station's range | |
I don't care who's listenin' in | |
Honey I'm against the wall | |
I'll adjust my program | |
To the kind of fool | |
I amI can only hope that you're tuned in | |
I have no choice, baby | |
I sell my voice, maybe | |
I'm just another lonesome | |
D.J.Alone, with a phone and a stack of black vinyl | |
And I know, that home could be just as futile | |
Without your presence | |
It wouldn't make any sense | |
So I beg, | |
I never did | |
Never realized my love for you was that immense | |
Call and explain | |
Before you leave the station's range | |
I don't care who's listenin' in | |
Honey I'm against the wall | |
I'll adjust my program | |
To the kind of fool | |
I amI hope you're still tuned in | |
I have no choice, baby | |
I sell my voice, maybe | |
I'm just another lonesome | |
D.J.Well, let me tell you, she didn't call | |
A FINGER to you all | |
I might as well have a ball | |
And play some rock and roll |
zuo ci : Hay, Kooymans | |
Here' s a sad, real sad record | |
I' ve gotta dedicate | |
To a friend out there, somewhere on a big highway | |
That' s quite a note you wrote | |
Before you sneaked out with that what' s his name? | |
Here' s our song, yes the one | |
I used to play for you all day | |
You' ve gotta call and explain | |
Before you leave the station' s range | |
I don' t care who' s listenin' in | |
Honey I' m against the wall | |
I' ll adjust my program | |
To the kind of fool | |
I amI can only hope that you' re tuned in | |
I have no choice, baby | |
I sell my voice, maybe | |
I' m just another lonesome | |
D. J. Alone, with a phone and a stack of black vinyl | |
And I know, that home could be just as futile | |
Without your presence | |
It wouldn' t make any sense | |
So I beg, | |
I never did | |
Never realized my love for you was that immense | |
Call and explain | |
Before you leave the station' s range | |
I don' t care who' s listenin' in | |
Honey I' m against the wall | |
I' ll adjust my program | |
To the kind of fool | |
I amI hope you' re still tuned in | |
I have no choice, baby | |
I sell my voice, maybe | |
I' m just another lonesome | |
D. J. Well, let me tell you, she didn' t call | |
A FINGER to you all | |
I might as well have a ball | |
And play some rock and roll |
zuò cí : Hay, Kooymans | |
Here' s a sad, real sad record | |
I' ve gotta dedicate | |
To a friend out there, somewhere on a big highway | |
That' s quite a note you wrote | |
Before you sneaked out with that what' s his name? | |
Here' s our song, yes the one | |
I used to play for you all day | |
You' ve gotta call and explain | |
Before you leave the station' s range | |
I don' t care who' s listenin' in | |
Honey I' m against the wall | |
I' ll adjust my program | |
To the kind of fool | |
I amI can only hope that you' re tuned in | |
I have no choice, baby | |
I sell my voice, maybe | |
I' m just another lonesome | |
D. J. Alone, with a phone and a stack of black vinyl | |
And I know, that home could be just as futile | |
Without your presence | |
It wouldn' t make any sense | |
So I beg, | |
I never did | |
Never realized my love for you was that immense | |
Call and explain | |
Before you leave the station' s range | |
I don' t care who' s listenin' in | |
Honey I' m against the wall | |
I' ll adjust my program | |
To the kind of fool | |
I amI hope you' re still tuned in | |
I have no choice, baby | |
I sell my voice, maybe | |
I' m just another lonesome | |
D. J. Well, let me tell you, she didn' t call | |
A FINGER to you all | |
I might as well have a ball | |
And play some rock and roll |