| Song | Harold The Barrel |
| Artist | Genesis |
| Album | Genesis 1970-1975 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Banks, Collins, Gabriel ... | |
| Written:Banks/Collins/Gabriel/Hackett/Rutherford | |
| News: | |
| A well-known Bognor restaurant-owner disappeared | |
| early this morning. | |
| Last seen in a mouse-brown overcoat, | |
| suitably camouflaged, | |
| they saw him catch a train. | |
| Man-in-the-street: | |
| "Father of three its disgusting" | |
| "Such a horrible thing to do" | |
| Harold the Barrel cut off his toes and he served them all | |
| for tea | |
| "Can't go far", "He can't go far". | |
| "Hasn't got a leg to stand on" | |
| "He can't go far". | |
| Man-on-the-spot: | |
| I'm standing in a doorway on the main square | |
| tension is mounting | |
| There's a restless crowd of angry people | |
| Man-on-the-council: | |
| "More than we've ever seen. | |
| had to tighten up security" | |
| Over to the scene at the town hall | |
| The Lord Mayor's ready to speak | |
| Lord Mayor: | |
| "Man of suspicion, you can't last long, the British Public | |
| is on our side" | |
| British Public: | |
| "Can't last long", "You can't last long". | |
| "Said you couldn't trust him, his brother was just the same" | |
| "You can't last long". | |
| Harold: | |
| If I was many miles from here, | |
| I'd be sailing in an open boat on the sea | |
| Instead I'm on this window ledge, | |
| With the whole world below | |
| Up at the window | |
| Look at the window... | |
| Mr.Plod: | |
| "We can help you" | |
| Plod's Chorus: | |
| "We can help you" | |
| Mr. Plod: | |
| "We're all your friends, if you come on down | |
| and talk to us son" | |
| Harold: | |
| You must be joking | |
| Take a running jump | |
| The crowd was getting stronger and our Harold | |
| getting weaker; | |
| Forwards, backwards, swaying side to side | |
| Fearing the very worst | |
| They called his mother to the sight | |
| Upon the ledge beside him | |
| His mother made a last request. | |
| 67-yr-old Mrs Barrel: | |
| "Come off the ledge if your father were alive he'd be very, | |
| very, very upset. | |
| "Just can't jump, you just can't jump" | |
| "Your shirt's all dirty, there's a man here from | |
| the B.B.C." | |
| "You just can't jump" | |
| Mr. Plod: | |
| "We can help you" | |
| Plod's Chorus: | |
| "We can help you" | |
| Mr. Plod: | |
| "We're all your friends, if you come on down | |
| and talk to us Harry" | |
| Harold: | |
| You must be joking. | |
| Take a running jump...... |
| zuo ci : Banks, Collins, Gabriel ... | |
| Written: Banks Collins Gabriel Hackett Rutherford | |
| News: | |
| A wellknown Bognor restaurantowner disappeared | |
| early this morning. | |
| Last seen in a mousebrown overcoat, | |
| suitably camouflaged, | |
| they saw him catch a train. | |
| Maninthestreet: | |
| " Father of three its disgusting" | |
| " Such a horrible thing to do" | |
| Harold the Barrel cut off his toes and he served them all | |
| for tea | |
| " Can' t go far", " He can' t go far". | |
| " Hasn' t got a leg to stand on" | |
| " He can' t go far". | |
| Manonthespot: | |
| I' m standing in a doorway on the main square | |
| tension is mounting | |
| There' s a restless crowd of angry people | |
| Manonthecouncil: | |
| " More than we' ve ever seen. | |
| had to tighten up security" | |
| Over to the scene at the town hall | |
| The Lord Mayor' s ready to speak | |
| Lord Mayor: | |
| " Man of suspicion, you can' t last long, the British Public | |
| is on our side" | |
| British Public: | |
| " Can' t last long", " You can' t last long". | |
| " Said you couldn' t trust him, his brother was just the same" | |
| " You can' t last long". | |
| Harold: | |
| If I was many miles from here, | |
| I' d be sailing in an open boat on the sea | |
| Instead I' m on this window ledge, | |
| With the whole world below | |
| Up at the window | |
| Look at the window... | |
| Mr. Plod: | |
| " We can help you" | |
| Plod' s Chorus: | |
| " We can help you" | |
| Mr. Plod: | |
| " We' re all your friends, if you come on down | |
| and talk to us son" | |
| Harold: | |
| You must be joking | |
| Take a running jump | |
| The crowd was getting stronger and our Harold | |
| getting weaker | |
| Forwards, backwards, swaying side to side | |
| Fearing the very worst | |
| They called his mother to the sight | |
| Upon the ledge beside him | |
| His mother made a last request. | |
| 67yrold Mrs Barrel: | |
| " Come off the ledge if your father were alive he' d be very, | |
| very, very upset. | |
| " Just can' t jump, you just can' t jump" | |
| " Your shirt' s all dirty, there' s a man here from | |
| the B. B. C." | |
| " You just can' t jump" | |
| Mr. Plod: | |
| " We can help you" | |
| Plod' s Chorus: | |
| " We can help you" | |
| Mr. Plod: | |
| " We' re all your friends, if you come on down | |
| and talk to us Harry" | |
| Harold: | |
| You must be joking. | |
| Take a running jump...... |
| zuò cí : Banks, Collins, Gabriel ... | |
| Written: Banks Collins Gabriel Hackett Rutherford | |
| News: | |
| A wellknown Bognor restaurantowner disappeared | |
| early this morning. | |
| Last seen in a mousebrown overcoat, | |
| suitably camouflaged, | |
| they saw him catch a train. | |
| Maninthestreet: | |
| " Father of three its disgusting" | |
| " Such a horrible thing to do" | |
| Harold the Barrel cut off his toes and he served them all | |
| for tea | |
| " Can' t go far", " He can' t go far". | |
| " Hasn' t got a leg to stand on" | |
| " He can' t go far". | |
| Manonthespot: | |
| I' m standing in a doorway on the main square | |
| tension is mounting | |
| There' s a restless crowd of angry people | |
| Manonthecouncil: | |
| " More than we' ve ever seen. | |
| had to tighten up security" | |
| Over to the scene at the town hall | |
| The Lord Mayor' s ready to speak | |
| Lord Mayor: | |
| " Man of suspicion, you can' t last long, the British Public | |
| is on our side" | |
| British Public: | |
| " Can' t last long", " You can' t last long". | |
| " Said you couldn' t trust him, his brother was just the same" | |
| " You can' t last long". | |
| Harold: | |
| If I was many miles from here, | |
| I' d be sailing in an open boat on the sea | |
| Instead I' m on this window ledge, | |
| With the whole world below | |
| Up at the window | |
| Look at the window... | |
| Mr. Plod: | |
| " We can help you" | |
| Plod' s Chorus: | |
| " We can help you" | |
| Mr. Plod: | |
| " We' re all your friends, if you come on down | |
| and talk to us son" | |
| Harold: | |
| You must be joking | |
| Take a running jump | |
| The crowd was getting stronger and our Harold | |
| getting weaker | |
| Forwards, backwards, swaying side to side | |
| Fearing the very worst | |
| They called his mother to the sight | |
| Upon the ledge beside him | |
| His mother made a last request. | |
| 67yrold Mrs Barrel: | |
| " Come off the ledge if your father were alive he' d be very, | |
| very, very upset. | |
| " Just can' t jump, you just can' t jump" | |
| " Your shirt' s all dirty, there' s a man here from | |
| the B. B. C." | |
| " You just can' t jump" | |
| Mr. Plod: | |
| " We can help you" | |
| Plod' s Chorus: | |
| " We can help you" | |
| Mr. Plod: | |
| " We' re all your friends, if you come on down | |
| and talk to us Harry" | |
| Harold: | |
| You must be joking. | |
| Take a running jump...... |