Song | Mr Proctor |
Artist | Momus |
Album | JoeMus |
作曲 : Currie, Howe | |
Sticky piggy wam wam | |
Fluffy on a cig jam | |
Bringing in the bam bam | |
Golly, golly | |
Gilly on the wheelback | |
Silky on the steep jack | |
Working on the mailbag | |
Billy, Billy | |
Trilly on the flap flap | |
Billy on the gimcrack | |
Cracker on the black jack | |
Sorry, sorry | |
Clicky on a Les Paul | |
Blingy on a longhaul | |
Barry on backflip | |
I love you and I miss you and I wish that you were here | |
I don't know where you are and now I possibly don't care | |
But Geraldine the Bombadier has come to make his stand | |
Ickle Brummie asks if he can grasp his mummy's hand | |
Titchy click a click track | |
Six gone a long track | |
Stitching up a rich hack | |
Prolly, prolly | |
Sunny on a Sunday | |
Bunny on a Monday | |
Fanny on a Sunday | |
Rainy, rainy | |
Trading on a label | |
****ing on a table | |
Punky like a tribble | |
Trick, trick trip away | |
Trick, trick trip away | |
In the planetarium I don't know how to drive | |
Don't know how to love you but I'm glad to be alive | |
Ought to know you've something else I really do admire | |
I wonder who can tell you that I've set your hair on fire |
zuò qǔ : Currie, Howe | |
Sticky piggy wam wam | |
Fluffy on a cig jam | |
Bringing in the bam bam | |
Golly, golly | |
Gilly on the wheelback | |
Silky on the steep jack | |
Working on the mailbag | |
Billy, Billy | |
Trilly on the flap flap | |
Billy on the gimcrack | |
Cracker on the black jack | |
Sorry, sorry | |
Clicky on a Les Paul | |
Blingy on a longhaul | |
Barry on backflip | |
I love you and I miss you and I wish that you were here | |
I don' t know where you are and now I possibly don' t care | |
But Geraldine the Bombadier has come to make his stand | |
Ickle Brummie asks if he can grasp his mummy' s hand | |
Titchy click a click track | |
Six gone a long track | |
Stitching up a rich hack | |
Prolly, prolly | |
Sunny on a Sunday | |
Bunny on a Monday | |
Fanny on a Sunday | |
Rainy, rainy | |
Trading on a label | |
ing on a table | |
Punky like a tribble | |
Trick, trick trip away | |
Trick, trick trip away | |
In the planetarium I don' t know how to drive | |
Don' t know how to love you but I' m glad to be alive | |
Ought to know you' ve something else I really do admire | |
I wonder who can tell you that I' ve set your hair on fire |