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 |