| Song | Wendy Wonders |
| Artist | Eugene McGuinness |
| Album | Eugene McGuinness |
| 作曲 : McGuinness | |
| Wendy wonders why I've been so cold | |
| Wendy wonders why we take it slow | |
| These cobbled streets lead up to undersheets of gold | |
| Where fair sanity dictates young prince derobe | |
| Wendy wonders in lavender bedclothes | |
| Dusk to dawn a lustful paws at my throne | |
| I'm a hollow man with twelve tin cans of woe | |
| Wendy wonders why we take it so slow | |
| It's that four letter word unspoken | |
| Yet I, I'm happy staggering along Shaftesbury Avenue | |
| I'm happy staggering along Shaftesbury Avenue | |
| Wendy wonders in a daze to save the romance | |
| She set the chapel to a blazing golden dance | |
| Ah, the chains are broken, the veins are open, she'll sing | |
| Let the crimson blood flow and see what the future brings | |
| Wendy says such abstract things | |
| Still, Wendy wonders why I'm still so cold | |
| Proceeds to throw my stuff out the window | |
| I'm a ****ed-up bastard, a subzero psycho | |
| Well, I know | |
| With that four-letter word unspoken | |
| Yet I, I'm happy staggering along Shaftesbury Avenue | |
| With that four-letter word unspoken | |
| Yet I, I'm happy staggering along Shaftesbury Avenue | |
| I'm happy staggering along Shaftesbury Avenue | |
| Without you |
| zuò qǔ : McGuinness | |
| Wendy wonders why I' ve been so cold | |
| Wendy wonders why we take it slow | |
| These cobbled streets lead up to undersheets of gold | |
| Where fair sanity dictates young prince derobe | |
| Wendy wonders in lavender bedclothes | |
| Dusk to dawn a lustful paws at my throne | |
| I' m a hollow man with twelve tin cans of woe | |
| Wendy wonders why we take it so slow | |
| It' s that four letter word unspoken | |
| Yet I, I' m happy staggering along Shaftesbury Avenue | |
| I' m happy staggering along Shaftesbury Avenue | |
| Wendy wonders in a daze to save the romance | |
| She set the chapel to a blazing golden dance | |
| Ah, the chains are broken, the veins are open, she' ll sing | |
| Let the crimson blood flow and see what the future brings | |
| Wendy says such abstract things | |
| Still, Wendy wonders why I' m still so cold | |
| Proceeds to throw my stuff out the window | |
| I' m a edup bastard, a subzero psycho | |
| Well, I know | |
| With that fourletter word unspoken | |
| Yet I, I' m happy staggering along Shaftesbury Avenue | |
| With that fourletter word unspoken | |
| Yet I, I' m happy staggering along Shaftesbury Avenue | |
| I' m happy staggering along Shaftesbury Avenue | |
| Without you |