| Song | Pull up the Roots |
| Artist | Talking Heads |
| Album | Speaking in Tongues |
| 作词 : Byrne, Frantz, Harrison ... | |
| Hello again | |
| Yes indeed my friend | |
| I can tell | |
| Goin' get together again | |
| I could be right | |
| I could b ewrong | |
| I feel nice when I sing this song | |
| And I don't mind | |
| Whatever happens is fine | |
| Baby likes to keep on playing . . . | |
| What do I know, what do I know? | |
| Wilder than the place we live in . . . | |
| I'll take you there, I'll take you there | |
| I don't mind some slight disorder . . . | |
| Pull up the roots pull up the roots | |
| And I know ev'ry living creature . . | |
| Pull up the roots, pull up the roots | |
| And I know you | |
| I understand what you do | |
| Yes, indeed | |
| I put the hat on my head | |
| Come outa your mess | |
| Bring yourself in | |
| I feel nice when I start to sing | |
| And I can see | |
| Ev'ryone else is like me | |
| Towns that dissapeared completely . . . | |
| Pull up the roost, pull up the roots | |
| Miles and miles of endless highway . . . | |
| Pull up the roost, pull up the roots | |
| Colored lights and shiney curtains . . . | |
| I'll take you there, I'll take you there | |
| Ev'rything has been forgiven . . . | |
| Pull up the roost, pull up the roots | |
| Well I have a good time . . . when I go out of my mind | |
| And it's a wonderful place . . . and I can't wait to be there | |
| And I hear beautiful sounds . . . coming outa the ground | |
| Gonna take us a while . . . but we'll go hundreds of times | |
| Baby likes to keep on playing . . . | |
| What d'you know? what d'you I know? | |
| Wilder than the place we live in . . . | |
| I'll take you there, I'll take you there | |
| And I don't mind some slight disorder . . . | |
| Pull up the roots pull up the roots | |
| And no more time for talkin' it over . . . | |
| Pull up the roots, pull up the roots | |
| Well I have a good time . . . when I go out of my mind | |
| And it's a wonderful place . . . and I can't wait to be there | |
| And I hear beautiful sounds . . . coming outa the ground | |
| Someone musta been high . . . but I guess it's alright |
| zuò cí : Byrne, Frantz, Harrison ... | |
| Hello again | |
| Yes indeed my friend | |
| I can tell | |
| Goin' get together again | |
| I could be right | |
| I could b ewrong | |
| I feel nice when I sing this song | |
| And I don' t mind | |
| Whatever happens is fine | |
| Baby likes to keep on playing . . . | |
| What do I know, what do I know? | |
| Wilder than the place we live in . . . | |
| I' ll take you there, I' ll take you there | |
| I don' t mind some slight disorder . . . | |
| Pull up the roots pull up the roots | |
| And I know ev' ry living creature . . | |
| Pull up the roots, pull up the roots | |
| And I know you | |
| I understand what you do | |
| Yes, indeed | |
| I put the hat on my head | |
| Come outa your mess | |
| Bring yourself in | |
| I feel nice when I start to sing | |
| And I can see | |
| Ev' ryone else is like me | |
| Towns that dissapeared completely . . . | |
| Pull up the roost, pull up the roots | |
| Miles and miles of endless highway . . . | |
| Pull up the roost, pull up the roots | |
| Colored lights and shiney curtains . . . | |
| I' ll take you there, I' ll take you there | |
| Ev' rything has been forgiven . . . | |
| Pull up the roost, pull up the roots | |
| Well I have a good time . . . when I go out of my mind | |
| And it' s a wonderful place . . . and I can' t wait to be there | |
| And I hear beautiful sounds . . . coming outa the ground | |
| Gonna take us a while . . . but we' ll go hundreds of times | |
| Baby likes to keep on playing . . . | |
| What d' you know? what d' you I know? | |
| Wilder than the place we live in . . . | |
| I' ll take you there, I' ll take you there | |
| And I don' t mind some slight disorder . . . | |
| Pull up the roots pull up the roots | |
| And no more time for talkin' it over . . . | |
| Pull up the roots, pull up the roots | |
| Well I have a good time . . . when I go out of my mind | |
| And it' s a wonderful place . . . and I can' t wait to be there | |
| And I hear beautiful sounds . . . coming outa the ground | |
| Someone musta been high . . . but I guess it' s alright |