| Song | Christmas Camel |
| Artist | Procol Harum |
| Album | Procol Harum |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brooker, Reid | |
| (brooker / reid) | |
| My amazon six-triggered bride | |
| Now searching for a place to hide | |
| Still sees the truth quite easily | |
| But shrouds all else in mystery | |
| While madmen in top hats and tails | |
| Impale themselves on six-inch nails | |
| And some arabian also-ran | |
| Impersonates a watering can | |
| Some santa claus-like face of note | |
| Entreats my ears to set afloat | |
| My feeble sick and weary brain | |
| And i am overcome with shame | |
| And hide inside my overcoat | |
| And hurriedly begin to quote | |
| While some arabian sheikh most grand | |
| Impersonates a hot-dog stand | |
| The red cross ambulance outside | |
| Can only mean that i must hide | |
| 'til dusk and finally the night | |
| When i will make a hasty flight | |
| Across the sea and far away | |
| To where the weary exiles stay | |
| And some arabian oil-well | |
| Impersonates a padded cell |
| zuo ci : Brooker, Reid | |
| brooker reid | |
| My amazon sixtriggered bride | |
| Now searching for a place to hide | |
| Still sees the truth quite easily | |
| But shrouds all else in mystery | |
| While madmen in top hats and tails | |
| Impale themselves on sixinch nails | |
| And some arabian alsoran | |
| Impersonates a watering can | |
| Some santa clauslike face of note | |
| Entreats my ears to set afloat | |
| My feeble sick and weary brain | |
| And i am overcome with shame | |
| And hide inside my overcoat | |
| And hurriedly begin to quote | |
| While some arabian sheikh most grand | |
| Impersonates a hotdog stand | |
| The red cross ambulance outside | |
| Can only mean that i must hide | |
| ' til dusk and finally the night | |
| When i will make a hasty flight | |
| Across the sea and far away | |
| To where the weary exiles stay | |
| And some arabian oilwell | |
| Impersonates a padded cell |
| zuò cí : Brooker, Reid | |
| brooker reid | |
| My amazon sixtriggered bride | |
| Now searching for a place to hide | |
| Still sees the truth quite easily | |
| But shrouds all else in mystery | |
| While madmen in top hats and tails | |
| Impale themselves on sixinch nails | |
| And some arabian alsoran | |
| Impersonates a watering can | |
| Some santa clauslike face of note | |
| Entreats my ears to set afloat | |
| My feeble sick and weary brain | |
| And i am overcome with shame | |
| And hide inside my overcoat | |
| And hurriedly begin to quote | |
| While some arabian sheikh most grand | |
| Impersonates a hotdog stand | |
| The red cross ambulance outside | |
| Can only mean that i must hide | |
| ' til dusk and finally the night | |
| When i will make a hasty flight | |
| Across the sea and far away | |
| To where the weary exiles stay | |
| And some arabian oilwell | |
| Impersonates a padded cell |