Spare Parts (Live) Lyrics
| Song | Spare Parts (Live) |
| Artist | Tom Waits |
| Album | 'Round Midnight - The Minneapolis Broadcast 1975 (Live) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tom Waits | |
| 作曲 : Tom Waits | |
| Well, the dawn cracked hard just like a bullwhip | |
| Cause it wasn't taking no lip from the night before | |
| And it shook out the streets, as the stew bums showed up | |
| Like bounced checks, rubbing their necks | |
| And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol | |
| Yeah, and the parking lots growled | |
| My old sport coat full of promissory notes | |
| And a receipt from a late night motel | |
| The hawk had his whole family out there in the wind | |
| And he got a message for you to beware | |
| Kicking your ass in, in a cold-blooded fashion | |
| And dishing out more than a good man can bear | |
| And I got shoes untied, my shirttail is out | |
| Ain't got a ghost of a chance with this old romance | |
| Just an apartment for rent down the block | |
| Ivar Theater with live burlesque | |
| Man, the manager's scowling, with his feet on the desk | |
| Boom boom against the curtain, you're still hurting, ay-ay | |
| And then push came to shove, and shove came to biff | |
| Girls like that just lay you out stiff | |
| Maybe I'll go to Cleveland and, you know, get me a tattoo or something | |
| My brother-in-law lives there | |
| And it's a skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue | |
| Was that a Malibu? | |
| Vroooooom, vroooooom | |
| Yeah, it's Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift | |
| Coming on to the broads with the same old riff, yeah | |
| 'Hey baby, why don't you come up to my place? | |
| We'll listen to some smooth music on the stereo' eh-he-he' | |
| 'No thank you,' she said, eh-he-he, 'you got any Stan Getz records?' | |
| 'No man, I got eh... Smothers Brothers' | |
| So I combed back my Detroit, jacked up my pegs | |
| I wiped my Stacy Adams' and I jackknifed my legs | |
| Yeah, I got designs on a moving violation | |
| Yeah baby, you put me on hold and I'm out in the wind | |
| And it's getting mighty cold | |
| It's colder than a gut-shot bitch wolf dog with nine sucking pups | |
| pulling a number-four trap up a hill in the dead of winter | |
| In the middle of a snowstorm with a mouth full of porcupine quills | |
| Well, I don't need you, baby | |
| You see, it's a well known fact, you know | |
| I'm four sheets to the wind, I'm glad you're gone | |
| I'm glad you're gone, cause I'm finally alone | |
| Glad you're gone, but I wish you'd come home | |
| Yeah, and I struggled out of bed | |
| Cause the dawn was cracking hard just like a bullwhip | |
| And it wasn't taking no lip from the night before | |
| Yeah, as it shook out the streets and the stew bums showed up | |
| Just like bounced checks, rubbing their necks | |
| And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol | |
| And my old sport coat full of promissory notes | |
| And the hawk had his whole family out there in the wind | |
| He got a message for you to beware | |
| Kicking your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion | |
| He'll be dishing out more than a good man can bear | |
| Well let's take it to Bakersfield, get a little apartment somewhere |
| zuo ci : Tom Waits | |
| zuo qu : Tom Waits | |
| Well, the dawn cracked hard just like a bullwhip | |
| Cause it wasn' t taking no lip from the night before | |
| And it shook out the streets, as the stew bums showed up | |
| Like bounced checks, rubbing their necks | |
| And the sky turned the color of PeptoBismol | |
| Yeah, and the parking lots growled | |
| My old sport coat full of promissory notes | |
| And a receipt from a late night motel | |
| The hawk had his whole family out there in the wind | |
| And he got a message for you to beware | |
| Kicking your ass in, in a coldblooded fashion | |
| And dishing out more than a good man can bear | |
| And I got shoes untied, my shirttail is out | |
| Ain' t got a ghost of a chance with this old romance | |
| Just an apartment for rent down the block | |
| Ivar Theater with live burlesque | |
| Man, the manager' s scowling, with his feet on the desk | |
| Boom boom against the curtain, you' re still hurting, ayay | |
| And then push came to shove, and shove came to biff | |
| Girls like that just lay you out stiff | |
| Maybe I' ll go to Cleveland and, you know, get me a tattoo or something | |
| My brotherinlaw lives there | |
| And it' s a skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue | |
| Was that a Malibu? | |
| Vroooooom, vroooooom | |
| Yeah, it' s Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift | |
| Coming on to the broads with the same old riff, yeah | |
| ' Hey baby, why don' t you come up to my place? | |
| We' ll listen to some smooth music on the stereo' ehhehe' | |
| ' No thank you,' she said, ehhehe, ' you got any Stan Getz records?' | |
| ' No man, I got eh... Smothers Brothers' | |
| So I combed back my Detroit, jacked up my pegs | |
| I wiped my Stacy Adams' and I jackknifed my legs | |
| Yeah, I got designs on a moving violation | |
| Yeah baby, you put me on hold and I' m out in the wind | |
| And it' s getting mighty cold | |
| It' s colder than a gutshot bitch wolf dog with nine sucking pups | |
| pulling a numberfour trap up a hill in the dead of winter | |
| In the middle of a snowstorm with a mouth full of porcupine quills | |
| Well, I don' t need you, baby | |
| You see, it' s a well known fact, you know | |
| I' m four sheets to the wind, I' m glad you' re gone | |
| I' m glad you' re gone, cause I' m finally alone | |
| Glad you' re gone, but I wish you' d come home | |
| Yeah, and I struggled out of bed | |
| Cause the dawn was cracking hard just like a bullwhip | |
| And it wasn' t taking no lip from the night before | |
| Yeah, as it shook out the streets and the stew bums showed up | |
| Just like bounced checks, rubbing their necks | |
| And the sky turned the color of PeptoBismol | |
| And my old sport coat full of promissory notes | |
| And the hawk had his whole family out there in the wind | |
| He got a message for you to beware | |
| Kicking your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion | |
| He' ll be dishing out more than a good man can bear | |
| Well let' s take it to Bakersfield, get a little apartment somewhere |
| zuò cí : Tom Waits | |
| zuò qǔ : Tom Waits | |
| Well, the dawn cracked hard just like a bullwhip | |
| Cause it wasn' t taking no lip from the night before | |
| And it shook out the streets, as the stew bums showed up | |
| Like bounced checks, rubbing their necks | |
| And the sky turned the color of PeptoBismol | |
| Yeah, and the parking lots growled | |
| My old sport coat full of promissory notes | |
| And a receipt from a late night motel | |
| The hawk had his whole family out there in the wind | |
| And he got a message for you to beware | |
| Kicking your ass in, in a coldblooded fashion | |
| And dishing out more than a good man can bear | |
| And I got shoes untied, my shirttail is out | |
| Ain' t got a ghost of a chance with this old romance | |
| Just an apartment for rent down the block | |
| Ivar Theater with live burlesque | |
| Man, the manager' s scowling, with his feet on the desk | |
| Boom boom against the curtain, you' re still hurting, ayay | |
| And then push came to shove, and shove came to biff | |
| Girls like that just lay you out stiff | |
| Maybe I' ll go to Cleveland and, you know, get me a tattoo or something | |
| My brotherinlaw lives there | |
| And it' s a skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue | |
| Was that a Malibu? | |
| Vroooooom, vroooooom | |
| Yeah, it' s Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift | |
| Coming on to the broads with the same old riff, yeah | |
| ' Hey baby, why don' t you come up to my place? | |
| We' ll listen to some smooth music on the stereo' ehhehe' | |
| ' No thank you,' she said, ehhehe, ' you got any Stan Getz records?' | |
| ' No man, I got eh... Smothers Brothers' | |
| So I combed back my Detroit, jacked up my pegs | |
| I wiped my Stacy Adams' and I jackknifed my legs | |
| Yeah, I got designs on a moving violation | |
| Yeah baby, you put me on hold and I' m out in the wind | |
| And it' s getting mighty cold | |
| It' s colder than a gutshot bitch wolf dog with nine sucking pups | |
| pulling a numberfour trap up a hill in the dead of winter | |
| In the middle of a snowstorm with a mouth full of porcupine quills | |
| Well, I don' t need you, baby | |
| You see, it' s a well known fact, you know | |
| I' m four sheets to the wind, I' m glad you' re gone | |
| I' m glad you' re gone, cause I' m finally alone | |
| Glad you' re gone, but I wish you' d come home | |
| Yeah, and I struggled out of bed | |
| Cause the dawn was cracking hard just like a bullwhip | |
| And it wasn' t taking no lip from the night before | |
| Yeah, as it shook out the streets and the stew bums showed up | |
| Just like bounced checks, rubbing their necks | |
| And the sky turned the color of PeptoBismol | |
| And my old sport coat full of promissory notes | |
| And the hawk had his whole family out there in the wind | |
| He got a message for you to beware | |
| Kicking your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion | |
| He' ll be dishing out more than a good man can bear | |
| Well let' s take it to Bakersfield, get a little apartment somewhere |
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