| Song | Tell Me When The Whistle Blows |
| Artist | Elton John |
| Album | Captain Fantastic And The Brown Dirt Cowboy |
| 作词 : John, Taupin | |
| Lyrics：Bernie Taupin Music：Elton John | |
| There's a dusty old gutter he's lying in now | |
| He's blind and he's old | |
| And there's a bottle that rolls down the road | |
| Me I'm young and I'm so wild | |
| And I still feel the need | |
| Of your apron strings once in a while | |
| For there's taxi cabs hooting | |
| But I can't be foot-loose forever | |
| My suitcase it's a cheap one | |
| My darling she's a dear one | |
| My head's feeling light as a feather | |
| Take my ears and tell me when the whistle blows | |
| Wake me up and tell me when the whistle blows | |
| Long lost and lonely boy | |
| you're just a black sheep going home | |
| I want to feel your wheels of steel | |
| Underneath my itching heels | |
| Take my money | |
| Tell me when the whistle blows | |
| Part of me asked the young man for the time | |
| With a cool vacant stare of undue concern | |
| He said nine | |
| It's not so bad but I really do love the land | |
| And rather all this than those diamante lovers | |
| In Hyde Park holding hands | |
| Blowing heat through my fingers | |
| Trying to kill off this cold | |
| Will the street kids remember | |
| Can I still shoot a fast cue | |
| Has this country kid still got his soul |
| zuò cí : John, Taupin | |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
| There' s a dusty old gutter he' s lying in now | |
| He' s blind and he' s old | |
| And there' s a bottle that rolls down the road | |
| Me I' m young and I' m so wild | |
| And I still feel the need | |
| Of your apron strings once in a while | |
| For there' s taxi cabs hooting | |
| But I can' t be footloose forever | |
| My suitcase it' s a cheap one | |
| My darling she' s a dear one | |
| My head' s feeling light as a feather | |
| Take my ears and tell me when the whistle blows | |
| Wake me up and tell me when the whistle blows | |
| Long lost and lonely boy | |
| you' re just a black sheep going home | |
| I want to feel your wheels of steel | |
| Underneath my itching heels | |
| Take my money | |
| Tell me when the whistle blows | |
| Part of me asked the young man for the time | |
| With a cool vacant stare of undue concern | |
| He said nine | |
| It' s not so bad but I really do love the land | |
| And rather all this than those diamante lovers | |
| In Hyde Park holding hands | |
| Blowing heat through my fingers | |
| Trying to kill off this cold | |
| Will the street kids remember | |
| Can I still shoot a fast cue | |
| Has this country kid still got his soul |