| Song | Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters |
| Artist | Elton John |
| Album | Honky Chateau |
| 作曲 : Elton John & Bernie Taupin | |
| Lyrics：Bernie Taupin Music：Elton John | |
| And now I know | |
| Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say | |
| I thought I knew | |
| But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City | |
| Until you've seen this trash can dream come true | |
| You stand at the edge while people run you through | |
| And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you | |
| I thank the Lord there's people out there like you | |
| While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters | |
| Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers | |
| Turn around and say good morning to the night | |
| For unless they see the sky | |
| But they can't and that is why | |
| They know not if it's dark outside or light | |
| This Broadway's got | |
| It's got a lot of songs to sing | |
| If I knew the tunes I might join in | |
| I'll go my way alone | |
| Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City | |
| Subway's no way for a good man to go down | |
| Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown | |
| And I thank the Lord for the people I have found | |
| I thank the Lord for the people I have found |
| zuò qǔ : Elton John Bernie Taupin | |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
| And now I know | |
| Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say | |
| I thought I knew | |
| But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City | |
| Until you' ve seen this trash can dream come true | |
| You stand at the edge while people run you through | |
| And I thank the Lord there' s people out there like you | |
| I thank the Lord there' s people out there like you | |
| While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters | |
| Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers | |
| Turn around and say good morning to the night | |
| For unless they see the sky | |
| But they can' t and that is why | |
| They know not if it' s dark outside or light | |
| This Broadway' s got | |
| It' s got a lot of songs to sing | |
| If I knew the tunes I might join in | |
| I' ll go my way alone | |
| Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City | |
| Subway' s no way for a good man to go down | |
| Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown | |
| And I thank the Lord for the people I have found | |
| I thank the Lord for the people I have found |