The Sleeping Policeman

	作词 : Trash Can Sinatras
	I cast the net he hauls it in
	Life and death it doesn't mean a thing
	We're ringing to the bone
	The day's a chaperone
	Slowly the night draws in
	I couldn't cut another throat
	The fish, the ships are dancing for us both
	The captain with his hand
	An extraordinary man
	In love with the north sea's roll
	Heave, ho heave
	The trawlers haul us home, dear.
	Haul us home, sail us home
	Haul us home, sail us for home
	The harbour bar is where we'll go
	To a shady, hairy gentleman I know
	For a brandy in a glass
	He won't remember us
	Just get in the car we'll go
	Over the sleeping policeman's shoulder
	Driving home, driving home
	On the back seat, drive me home
	Drive me for home

	zuò cí : Trash Can Sinatras
	I cast the net he hauls it in
	Life and death it doesn' t mean a thing
	We' re ringing to the bone
	The day' s a chaperone
	Slowly the night draws in
	I couldn' t cut another throat
	The fish, the ships are dancing for us both
	The captain with his hand
	An extraordinary man
	In love with the north sea' s roll
	Heave, ho heave
	The trawlers haul us home, dear.
	Haul us home, sail us home
	Haul us home, sail us for home
	The harbour bar is where we' ll go
	To a shady, hairy gentleman I know
	For a brandy in a glass
	He won' t remember us
	Just get in the car we' ll go
	Over the sleeping policeman' s shoulder
	Driving home, driving home
	On the back seat, drive me home
	Drive me for home