| Song | Second Hand Dealer |
| Artist | The Searchers |
| Album | 30th Anniversary Collection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mike Pender/Frank Allen | |
| 作曲 : Mike Pender/Frank Allen | |
| A painted jug without a handle | |
| A torn and shabby faded rug | |
| He's a secondhand dealer | |
| Getting deeper into debt | |
| He's a secondhand dealer | |
| And he wants what he can get for nothing | |
| His body's broken like that handle | |
| His clothes are shabby like that rug | |
| He's a secondhand dealer | |
| Dragging rubbish up a stair | |
| He's a secondhand dealer | |
| Breathing heavy 'cause the air costs nothing | |
| Trips on a? | |
| Knocks a cuckoo clock onto the floor | |
| Leans on a table | |
| Which collapses and falls right into the door of a cupboard | |
| Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night | |
| Secondhand dealer, it's a pity for he's not a pretty sight | |
| A man in such a poor condition | |
| Can't have so very long to go | |
| For the secondhand dealer life is quickly rushing by | |
| And the secondhand dealer will be glad 'cause he can die for nothing | |
| Gets out a bottle | |
| He's a heavy whiskey-drinkin' man | |
| Walkin' in circles, doesn't see the stairs | |
| He falls and breaks his neck, he's a goner | |
| Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night | |
| Secondhand dealer, it's a pity for he's not a pretty sight | |
| Will anybody mourn his passing | |
| Will they pull down the dirty shop | |
| Of the secondhand dealer, can we say that someone cried? | |
| For the secondhand dealer, he was born and then died for nothing | |
| For nothing, secondhand dealer |
| zuo ci : Mike Pender Frank Allen | |
| zuo qu : Mike Pender Frank Allen | |
| A painted jug without a handle | |
| A torn and shabby faded rug | |
| He' s a secondhand dealer | |
| Getting deeper into debt | |
| He' s a secondhand dealer | |
| And he wants what he can get for nothing | |
| His body' s broken like that handle | |
| His clothes are shabby like that rug | |
| He' s a secondhand dealer | |
| Dragging rubbish up a stair | |
| He' s a secondhand dealer | |
| Breathing heavy ' cause the air costs nothing | |
| Trips on a? | |
| Knocks a cuckoo clock onto the floor | |
| Leans on a table | |
| Which collapses and falls right into the door of a cupboard | |
| Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night | |
| Secondhand dealer, it' s a pity for he' s not a pretty sight | |
| A man in such a poor condition | |
| Can' t have so very long to go | |
| For the secondhand dealer life is quickly rushing by | |
| And the secondhand dealer will be glad ' cause he can die for nothing | |
| Gets out a bottle | |
| He' s a heavy whiskey-drinkin' man | |
| Walkin' in circles, doesn' t see the stairs | |
| He falls and breaks his neck, he' s a goner | |
| Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night | |
| Secondhand dealer, it' s a pity for he' s not a pretty sight | |
| Will anybody mourn his passing | |
| Will they pull down the dirty shop | |
| Of the secondhand dealer, can we say that someone cried? | |
| For the secondhand dealer, he was born and then died for nothing | |
| For nothing, secondhand dealer |
| zuò cí : Mike Pender Frank Allen | |
| zuò qǔ : Mike Pender Frank Allen | |
| A painted jug without a handle | |
| A torn and shabby faded rug | |
| He' s a secondhand dealer | |
| Getting deeper into debt | |
| He' s a secondhand dealer | |
| And he wants what he can get for nothing | |
| His body' s broken like that handle | |
| His clothes are shabby like that rug | |
| He' s a secondhand dealer | |
| Dragging rubbish up a stair | |
| He' s a secondhand dealer | |
| Breathing heavy ' cause the air costs nothing | |
| Trips on a? | |
| Knocks a cuckoo clock onto the floor | |
| Leans on a table | |
| Which collapses and falls right into the door of a cupboard | |
| Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night | |
| Secondhand dealer, it' s a pity for he' s not a pretty sight | |
| A man in such a poor condition | |
| Can' t have so very long to go | |
| For the secondhand dealer life is quickly rushing by | |
| And the secondhand dealer will be glad ' cause he can die for nothing | |
| Gets out a bottle | |
| He' s a heavy whiskey-drinkin' man | |
| Walkin' in circles, doesn' t see the stairs | |
| He falls and breaks his neck, he' s a goner | |
| Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night | |
| Secondhand dealer, it' s a pity for he' s not a pretty sight | |
| Will anybody mourn his passing | |
| Will they pull down the dirty shop | |
| Of the secondhand dealer, can we say that someone cried? | |
| For the secondhand dealer, he was born and then died for nothing | |
| For nothing, secondhand dealer |