Song | The Dairy Queen |
Artist | Clem Snide |
Album | Your Favorite Music |
作曲 : Barzelay | |
The Dairy Queen has melted | |
Having laid all her eggs | |
And the sporting good store | |
At the corner under the overpass | |
With an ice cream hot mouth | |
She smiled a carnation pink | |
Into the root canal music | |
Of a prom night disaster that sink | |
On roads paved with liver and onions | |
As the ginger ale tickled her noise | |
And the power lines traced with a finger | |
Where gray turning gold | |
Jokingly blowing a bubble | |
As the teenagers slammed on their brakes | |
And sucking her teeth | |
She insisted on raising the stakes | |
Now the Dairy Queen is quiet | |
Sweating brown vinyl seats | |
With a need for directions | |
And candy that's never too sweet |
zuò qǔ : Barzelay | |
The Dairy Queen has melted | |
Having laid all her eggs | |
And the sporting good store | |
At the corner under the overpass | |
With an ice cream hot mouth | |
She smiled a carnation pink | |
Into the root canal music | |
Of a prom night disaster that sink | |
On roads paved with liver and onions | |
As the ginger ale tickled her noise | |
And the power lines traced with a finger | |
Where gray turning gold | |
Jokingly blowing a bubble | |
As the teenagers slammed on their brakes | |
And sucking her teeth | |
She insisted on raising the stakes | |
Now the Dairy Queen is quiet | |
Sweating brown vinyl seats | |
With a need for directions | |
And candy that' s never too sweet |