| Song | Little Bones |
| Artist | The Tragically Hip |
| Album | Road Apples |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tragically Hip | |
| It gets so sticky down here | |
| Better butter your cue finger up | |
| It's the start of another new year | |
| Better call the newspaper up | |
| Two fifty for a hi-ball | |
| And buck and a half for a beer | |
| Happy hour, happy hour | |
| Happy hour is here | |
| The long days of Shockley are gone | |
| So is football Kennedy style | |
| Famous last words taken all wrong | |
| Wind up on the very same pile | |
| Two fifty for a decade | |
| And a buck and a half for a year | |
| Happy hour, happy hour | |
| Happy hour is here | |
| I can cry, beg and whine | |
| To every rebel I find | |
| Just to give me a line | |
| I could use to describe | |
| They'd say, "Baby, eat this chicken slow | |
| It's full of all them little bones" | |
| "Baby, eat this chicken slow | |
| It's full of all them little bones" | |
| So regal and decadent here | |
| Coffin cheaters dance on their graves | |
| Music all it's delicate fear | |
| Is the only thing that don't change | |
| Two fifty for an eyeball | |
| And a buck and a half for an ear | |
| Happy hour, happy hour | |
| Happy hour is here | |
| Well, nothing's dead down here, it's just a little tired | |
| Nothing is dead down here, it's just a little tired | |
| Nothing's dead down here, it's just a little tired | |
| Nothing is dead down here, it's just a little tired | |
| "Baby, eat this chicken slow | |
| It's full of all them little bones" | |
| "Baby, eat this chicken slow | |
| It's full of all them little bones" | |
| Little bones | |
| Full of all them little bones | |
| Little bones |
| zuo ci : Tragically Hip | |
| It gets so sticky down here | |
| Better butter your cue finger up | |
| It' s the start of another new year | |
| Better call the newspaper up | |
| Two fifty for a hiball | |
| And buck and a half for a beer | |
| Happy hour, happy hour | |
| Happy hour is here | |
| The long days of Shockley are gone | |
| So is football Kennedy style | |
| Famous last words taken all wrong | |
| Wind up on the very same pile | |
| Two fifty for a decade | |
| And a buck and a half for a year | |
| Happy hour, happy hour | |
| Happy hour is here | |
| I can cry, beg and whine | |
| To every rebel I find | |
| Just to give me a line | |
| I could use to describe | |
| They' d say, " Baby, eat this chicken slow | |
| It' s full of all them little bones" | |
| " Baby, eat this chicken slow | |
| It' s full of all them little bones" | |
| So regal and decadent here | |
| Coffin cheaters dance on their graves | |
| Music all it' s delicate fear | |
| Is the only thing that don' t change | |
| Two fifty for an eyeball | |
| And a buck and a half for an ear | |
| Happy hour, happy hour | |
| Happy hour is here | |
| Well, nothing' s dead down here, it' s just a little tired | |
| Nothing is dead down here, it' s just a little tired | |
| Nothing' s dead down here, it' s just a little tired | |
| Nothing is dead down here, it' s just a little tired | |
| " Baby, eat this chicken slow | |
| It' s full of all them little bones" | |
| " Baby, eat this chicken slow | |
| It' s full of all them little bones" | |
| Little bones | |
| Full of all them little bones | |
| Little bones |
| zuò cí : Tragically Hip | |
| It gets so sticky down here | |
| Better butter your cue finger up | |
| It' s the start of another new year | |
| Better call the newspaper up | |
| Two fifty for a hiball | |
| And buck and a half for a beer | |
| Happy hour, happy hour | |
| Happy hour is here | |
| The long days of Shockley are gone | |
| So is football Kennedy style | |
| Famous last words taken all wrong | |
| Wind up on the very same pile | |
| Two fifty for a decade | |
| And a buck and a half for a year | |
| Happy hour, happy hour | |
| Happy hour is here | |
| I can cry, beg and whine | |
| To every rebel I find | |
| Just to give me a line | |
| I could use to describe | |
| They' d say, " Baby, eat this chicken slow | |
| It' s full of all them little bones" | |
| " Baby, eat this chicken slow | |
| It' s full of all them little bones" | |
| So regal and decadent here | |
| Coffin cheaters dance on their graves | |
| Music all it' s delicate fear | |
| Is the only thing that don' t change | |
| Two fifty for an eyeball | |
| And a buck and a half for an ear | |
| Happy hour, happy hour | |
| Happy hour is here | |
| Well, nothing' s dead down here, it' s just a little tired | |
| Nothing is dead down here, it' s just a little tired | |
| Nothing' s dead down here, it' s just a little tired | |
| Nothing is dead down here, it' s just a little tired | |
| " Baby, eat this chicken slow | |
| It' s full of all them little bones" | |
| " Baby, eat this chicken slow | |
| It' s full of all them little bones" | |
| Little bones | |
| Full of all them little bones | |
| Little bones |