| 歌曲 | Preachin' To The Choir |
| 歌手 | De-Phazz |
| 专辑 | Greatest Hits |
| 作曲 : Baumgartner, Frierson, Kraus | |
| Walking down a foggy London street one day | |
| Listenin' to the rhythm of my feet | |
| Everything in my life was going O. K. | |
| I bad some extra money, and all my bills | |
| Were paid | |
| Should I stash this extra cash | |
| Or spend it on some pleasure | |
| Should I throw it all away | |
| And waste it on some pain | |
| Pay that girl to spank me | |
| With her belt of leather | |
| Or feel the shower of her golden rain | |
| I know it may sound crazy, | |
| But it sho' nuff it the truth | |
| We all have these feelings | |
| And there's nothing we can do | |
| I know it my way sound crazy... | |
| It's a California morning, | |
| Trough I never Have been there | |
| I wish that I could grow some wings | |
| And fly up in the air | |
| People who don't like me, | |
| Will look up in the sky | |
| I'll lift up my tail feathers | |
| And drop something in their eyes | |
| Preachin' to the choir | |
| Walking through the forest | |
| In my birthday suit | |
| Feeling free and dangling in the breeze | |
| Soakin' up that sweet sunshine on my body | |
| Thinkin'. "Hey, this is the life for me!" | |
| Preachin' to the choir | |
| Preachin' to the choir | |
| Set the church afire | |
| Preachin' to the choir |
| zuò qǔ : Baumgartner, Frierson, Kraus | |
| Walking down a foggy London street one day | |
| Listenin' to the rhythm of my feet | |
| Everything in my life was going O. K. | |
| I bad some extra money, and all my bills | |
| Were paid | |
| Should I stash this extra cash | |
| Or spend it on some pleasure | |
| Should I throw it all away | |
| And waste it on some pain | |
| Pay that girl to spank me | |
| With her belt of leather | |
| Or feel the shower of her golden rain | |
| I know it may sound crazy, | |
| But it sho' nuff it the truth | |
| We all have these feelings | |
| And there' s nothing we can do | |
| I know it my way sound crazy... | |
| It' s a California morning, | |
| Trough I never Have been there | |
| I wish that I could grow some wings | |
| And fly up in the air | |
| People who don' t like me, | |
| Will look up in the sky | |
| I' ll lift up my tail feathers | |
| And drop something in their eyes | |
| Preachin' to the choir | |
| Walking through the forest | |
| In my birthday suit | |
| Feeling free and dangling in the breeze | |
| Soakin' up that sweet sunshine on my body | |
| Thinkin'. " Hey, this is the life for me!" | |
| Preachin' to the choir | |
| Preachin' to the choir | |
| Set the church afire | |
| Preachin' to the choir |