Song | Boat Train |
Artist | The Pogues |
Album | Peace and Love |
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作词 : MacGowan | |
I met with napper tandy | |
And i shook him by the hand | |
He said "hold me up for chrissake | |
For i can hardly stand" | |
The most disgraceful journey | |
On which i've ever been | |
The last time that i travelled on | |
The boat train | |
I had a couple of drinks in town | |
A few more at the port | |
I puked up on the gangway | |
But some kind folks helped me board | |
They helped me to a table | |
Poured whiskey down my throat | |
They sat me at a table | |
And i lost my watch and coat | |
First we drank some whiskey | |
Then we drank some gin | |
Then we drank tequila | |
I think that's what did me in | |
Then we drank some brandy | |
And the women had a dance | |
The steward then announced | |
That we could play the game of "chance" | |
We crowded round the table | |
With our money in our hands | |
I ended up on the other side | |
Without a penny in my pants | |
I woke up in the toilet | |
When we got to holyhead | |
The doors were all a-banging | |
And i wished that i was dead | |
Then we went through customs | |
A couple of credited thugs | |
First they looked for [bombs] and joints | |
Then they looked for drugs | |
Stuck a flashlight up my ass | |
Told us where there's jobs | |
Said "fuck off" now paddy | |
So i headed for [the s]moke | |
On the boat train | |
(or then we went through customs | |
With a couple of crazy thugs | |
First they looked for [bombs] and joints | |
Then they looked for drugs | |
Stuck a flashlight up my ass | |
Told some irish jokes | |
Said "fuck off now, paddy" | |
So i headed for [the s]moke | |
On the boat train ) | |
We got on board the train | |
And then we had a drink or two | |
Started playing poker | |
But the booze ran out at crewe | |
Some people started sleeping | |
Others looked for duty free | |
Some bastard started singing | |
"the little cottage by the lee" | |
He then sang "paper roses" | |
"boolavogue" "eileen aru" | |
Somebody started slagging off | |
The pakis and the jews | |
First i found some whiskey | |
Then i found some gin | |
I sat down in the corner | |
And i read the daily news | |
First i drank the whiskey | |
Then i drank the gin | |
I tried to make the toilet | |
And i broke my fuckin shin | |
Next thing that i knew | |
I was in london in the rain | |
Staggering up the platform | |
Off the boat train |
zuo ci : MacGowan | |
I met with napper tandy | |
And i shook him by the hand | |
He said " hold me up for chrissake | |
For i can hardly stand" | |
The most disgraceful journey | |
On which i' ve ever been | |
The last time that i travelled on | |
The boat train | |
I had a couple of drinks in town | |
A few more at the port | |
I puked up on the gangway | |
But some kind folks helped me board | |
They helped me to a table | |
Poured whiskey down my throat | |
They sat me at a table | |
And i lost my watch and coat | |
First we drank some whiskey | |
Then we drank some gin | |
Then we drank tequila | |
I think that' s what did me in | |
Then we drank some brandy | |
And the women had a dance | |
The steward then announced | |
That we could play the game of " chance" | |
We crowded round the table | |
With our money in our hands | |
I ended up on the other side | |
Without a penny in my pants | |
I woke up in the toilet | |
When we got to holyhead | |
The doors were all abanging | |
And i wished that i was dead | |
Then we went through customs | |
A couple of credited thugs | |
First they looked for bombs and joints | |
Then they looked for drugs | |
Stuck a flashlight up my ass | |
Told us where there' s jobs | |
Said " fuck off" now paddy | |
So i headed for the s moke | |
On the boat train | |
or then we went through customs | |
With a couple of crazy thugs | |
First they looked for bombs and joints | |
Then they looked for drugs | |
Stuck a flashlight up my ass | |
Told some irish jokes | |
Said " fuck off now, paddy" | |
So i headed for the s moke | |
On the boat train | |
We got on board the train | |
And then we had a drink or two | |
Started playing poker | |
But the booze ran out at crewe | |
Some people started sleeping | |
Others looked for duty free | |
Some bastard started singing | |
" the little cottage by the lee" | |
He then sang " paper roses" | |
" boolavogue" " eileen aru" | |
Somebody started slagging off | |
The pakis and the jews | |
First i found some whiskey | |
Then i found some gin | |
I sat down in the corner | |
And i read the daily news | |
First i drank the whiskey | |
Then i drank the gin | |
I tried to make the toilet | |
And i broke my fuckin shin | |
Next thing that i knew | |
I was in london in the rain | |
Staggering up the platform | |
Off the boat train |
zuò cí : MacGowan | |
I met with napper tandy | |
And i shook him by the hand | |
He said " hold me up for chrissake | |
For i can hardly stand" | |
The most disgraceful journey | |
On which i' ve ever been | |
The last time that i travelled on | |
The boat train | |
I had a couple of drinks in town | |
A few more at the port | |
I puked up on the gangway | |
But some kind folks helped me board | |
They helped me to a table | |
Poured whiskey down my throat | |
They sat me at a table | |
And i lost my watch and coat | |
First we drank some whiskey | |
Then we drank some gin | |
Then we drank tequila | |
I think that' s what did me in | |
Then we drank some brandy | |
And the women had a dance | |
The steward then announced | |
That we could play the game of " chance" | |
We crowded round the table | |
With our money in our hands | |
I ended up on the other side | |
Without a penny in my pants | |
I woke up in the toilet | |
When we got to holyhead | |
The doors were all abanging | |
And i wished that i was dead | |
Then we went through customs | |
A couple of credited thugs | |
First they looked for bombs and joints | |
Then they looked for drugs | |
Stuck a flashlight up my ass | |
Told us where there' s jobs | |
Said " fuck off" now paddy | |
So i headed for the s moke | |
On the boat train | |
or then we went through customs | |
With a couple of crazy thugs | |
First they looked for bombs and joints | |
Then they looked for drugs | |
Stuck a flashlight up my ass | |
Told some irish jokes | |
Said " fuck off now, paddy" | |
So i headed for the s moke | |
On the boat train | |
We got on board the train | |
And then we had a drink or two | |
Started playing poker | |
But the booze ran out at crewe | |
Some people started sleeping | |
Others looked for duty free | |
Some bastard started singing | |
" the little cottage by the lee" | |
He then sang " paper roses" | |
" boolavogue" " eileen aru" | |
Somebody started slagging off | |
The pakis and the jews | |
First i found some whiskey | |
Then i found some gin | |
I sat down in the corner | |
And i read the daily news | |
First i drank the whiskey | |
Then i drank the gin | |
I tried to make the toilet | |
And i broke my fuckin shin | |
Next thing that i knew | |
I was in london in the rain | |
Staggering up the platform | |
Off the boat train |