Song | Busy Doin' Nothin' |
Artist | The Beach Boys |
Album | Friends |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Wilson | |
Lyrics:Brian Wilson Music:Brian Wilson | |
I had to fix a lot of things this morning | |
'Cause they were so scrambled | |
But now it's okay | |
I tell you I've got enough to do | |
The afternoon was filled up with phone calls | |
What a hot sticky day, yeah yeah yeah | |
The air is cooling down | |
Take all the time you need | |
It's a lovely night | |
If you decide to come | |
You're gonna do it right | |
Drive for a couple miles | |
You'll see a sign and turn left | |
For a couple blocks | |
Next is mine, you'll turn left on a little road | |
It's a bumpy one | |
You'll see a white fence | |
Move the gate and drive through on the left side | |
Come right in | |
And you'll find me in my house somewhere | |
Keeping busy while I wait | |
I get a lot of thoughts in the morning | |
I write 'em all down | |
If it wasn't for that | |
I'd forget 'em in a while | |
And lately I've been thinking 偆out a good friend | |
I'd like to see more of, yeah yeah yeah | |
I think I'll make a call | |
I wrote a number down | |
But I lost it | |
So I searched through my pocket book | |
I couldn't find it | |
So I sat and concentrated on the number | |
And slowly it came to me | |
So I dialed it | |
And I let it ring a few times | |
There was no answer | |
So I let it ring a little more | |
Still no answer | |
So I hung up the telephone | |
Got some paper and sharpened up a pencil | |
And wrote a letter to my friend |
zuo ci : Wilson | |
Lyrics: Brian Wilson Music: Brian Wilson | |
I had to fix a lot of things this morning | |
' Cause they were so scrambled | |
But now it' s okay | |
I tell you I' ve got enough to do | |
The afternoon was filled up with phone calls | |
What a hot sticky day, yeah yeah yeah | |
The air is cooling down | |
Take all the time you need | |
It' s a lovely night | |
If you decide to come | |
You' re gonna do it right | |
Drive for a couple miles | |
You' ll see a sign and turn left | |
For a couple blocks | |
Next is mine, you' ll turn left on a little road | |
It' s a bumpy one | |
You' ll see a white fence | |
Move the gate and drive through on the left side | |
Come right in | |
And you' ll find me in my house somewhere | |
Keeping busy while I wait | |
I get a lot of thoughts in the morning | |
I write ' em all down | |
If it wasn' t for that | |
I' d forget ' em in a while | |
And lately I' ve been thinking chun out a good friend | |
I' d like to see more of, yeah yeah yeah | |
I think I' ll make a call | |
I wrote a number down | |
But I lost it | |
So I searched through my pocket book | |
I couldn' t find it | |
So I sat and concentrated on the number | |
And slowly it came to me | |
So I dialed it | |
And I let it ring a few times | |
There was no answer | |
So I let it ring a little more | |
Still no answer | |
So I hung up the telephone | |
Got some paper and sharpened up a pencil | |
And wrote a letter to my friend |
zuò cí : Wilson | |
Lyrics: Brian Wilson Music: Brian Wilson | |
I had to fix a lot of things this morning | |
' Cause they were so scrambled | |
But now it' s okay | |
I tell you I' ve got enough to do | |
The afternoon was filled up with phone calls | |
What a hot sticky day, yeah yeah yeah | |
The air is cooling down | |
Take all the time you need | |
It' s a lovely night | |
If you decide to come | |
You' re gonna do it right | |
Drive for a couple miles | |
You' ll see a sign and turn left | |
For a couple blocks | |
Next is mine, you' ll turn left on a little road | |
It' s a bumpy one | |
You' ll see a white fence | |
Move the gate and drive through on the left side | |
Come right in | |
And you' ll find me in my house somewhere | |
Keeping busy while I wait | |
I get a lot of thoughts in the morning | |
I write ' em all down | |
If it wasn' t for that | |
I' d forget ' em in a while | |
And lately I' ve been thinking chǔn out a good friend | |
I' d like to see more of, yeah yeah yeah | |
I think I' ll make a call | |
I wrote a number down | |
But I lost it | |
So I searched through my pocket book | |
I couldn' t find it | |
So I sat and concentrated on the number | |
And slowly it came to me | |
So I dialed it | |
And I let it ring a few times | |
There was no answer | |
So I let it ring a little more | |
Still no answer | |
So I hung up the telephone | |
Got some paper and sharpened up a pencil | |
And wrote a letter to my friend |