From Under The Covers-The Beautiful South

[00:00.000] 作词 : Heaton, Rotheray [00:01.000] 作曲 : Paul Heaton & Dave Rotheray [00:13.61]It's six a.m. and even Big Ben [00:19.81]Is trying to get his head down for a kip [00:25.58]But no sooner is it down and it's on with dressing gown [00:31.33]While this city very rarely loses grip [00:37.07]But I have a friend who's never up by ten [00:43.32]He's fast asleep with mouth open wide [00:49.14]He's lost a lot of jobs but he's won a lot of friends [00:55.08]And he says to me, he cannot tell the time [01:00.58]It's seven a.m. and we're coughing up the phlegm [01:19.41]Spitting out the taste of night before [01:23.59]And we'll vomit and we'll choke just to climb their tatty rope [01:30.73]Well, this city has its charm and its claw [01:35.53]And he'll blame his clock or he'll say he's lost his socks [01:42.90]And they'll tell you that he's been bitten by a snake [01:48.78]His excuses are an art from the bottom of his heart [01:54.59]And he thinks of them whenever he awakes [02:00.92]It's eight a.m. and we're on the road again [02:18.99]Racing for a placing at the top [02:23.55] [02:24.80]And says green for go for the people in the know [02:30.49]But for the others all it says is red for stop [02:35.17] [03:00.84]It's cold and it's damp and they've dug him a grave [03:06.41]And the ten fifteen merchant's still in bed [03:12.72]And scrawled upon the headboard for the whole wide world to see [03:18.41]Is 'Died In The Arms Of Big Ted'