Song | The Emancipation Of Mr. X |
Artist | Chad & Jeremy |
Album | The Ark |
作词 : Clyde | |
Clyde | |
There's a man I know - I shall call him Mr. X | |
(Such a nice man) | |
Then one fine day, mr. X was heard to say | |
"You can all go to hell!" | |
And he wished the office boy farewell | |
As he scrambled for the stairs | |
Such a nice man | |
Why ever do a thing like that? | |
He didn't even take his hat | |
Or draw his pay | |
He didn't wander very far | |
For as he reached the car | |
He saw the park beyond | |
And little boats upon a pond | |
And he wanted just to play, so . . . . | |
Like a man possessed | |
He walked to the pond and there undressed | |
And gamboled in the sun | |
And he shrieked all the while, "I'm having fun | |
For the first time in my life!" | |
Such a nice man | |
You'll never guess what happened then | |
I only heard about it when | |
The ambulance came | |
While he was thus imbued | |
And was sitting in the nude | |
He was looking at a flower | |
And as the clock struck the hour of five | |
They carted him away | |
Such a nice man | |
He says he's God and perhaps he's right | |
For he never ever gets uptight | |
And he swears he's sane | |
And he prays for us all every night | |
Such a nice man |
zuò cí : Clyde | |
Clyde | |
There' s a man I know I shall call him Mr. X | |
Such a nice man | |
Then one fine day, mr. X was heard to say | |
" You can all go to hell!" | |
And he wished the office boy farewell | |
As he scrambled for the stairs | |
Such a nice man | |
Why ever do a thing like that? | |
He didn' t even take his hat | |
Or draw his pay | |
He didn' t wander very far | |
For as he reached the car | |
He saw the park beyond | |
And little boats upon a pond | |
And he wanted just to play, so . . . . | |
Like a man possessed | |
He walked to the pond and there undressed | |
And gamboled in the sun | |
And he shrieked all the while, " I' m having fun | |
For the first time in my life!" | |
Such a nice man | |
You' ll never guess what happened then | |
I only heard about it when | |
The ambulance came | |
While he was thus imbued | |
And was sitting in the nude | |
He was looking at a flower | |
And as the clock struck the hour of five | |
They carted him away | |
Such a nice man | |
He says he' s God and perhaps he' s right | |
For he never ever gets uptight | |
And he swears he' s sane | |
And he prays for us all every night | |
Such a nice man |