| Song | Puddin' Taine |
| Artist | Primus |
| Album | Brown Album |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Claypool, Primus | |
| Pass the pen there | |
| Billy Bob, | |
| I'll write us up a song. | |
| Or perhaps | |
| I'll pen a sonnet, if the melody sits all wrong. | |
| Hand me down a crayon, and | |
| I'll draw a mighty oak.' | |
| Cause of all my brother | |
| Masons, I'm the quickest with a joke. | |
| Catch me in the right light, you'll see my shapes shaped to please. | |
| And if I shank my trousers down, | |
| I'm hung just above the knees. | |
| You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty name. | |
| I'm the one that told you, told you so, they calls me | |
| Puddin' Taine. | |
| Now step on up to dance the dance, and touch the hand that heals. | |
| Like the tallest hog on | |
| Wall street, | |
| I'm a wheelin' all the deals. | |
| They'll carve my face in marble, they'll etch my name in stone. | |
| They'll paint my noble portrait, and historify my home. | |
| You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty name. | |
| I'm the one that told you, told you so, they calls me | |
| Puddin' Taine. |
| zuo ci : Claypool, Primus | |
| Pass the pen there | |
| Billy Bob, | |
| I' ll write us up a song. | |
| Or perhaps | |
| I' ll pen a sonnet, if the melody sits all wrong. | |
| Hand me down a crayon, and | |
| I' ll draw a mighty oak.' | |
| Cause of all my brother | |
| Masons, I' m the quickest with a joke. | |
| Catch me in the right light, you' ll see my shapes shaped to please. | |
| And if I shank my trousers down, | |
| I' m hung just above the knees. | |
| You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty name. | |
| I' m the one that told you, told you so, they calls me | |
| Puddin' Taine. | |
| Now step on up to dance the dance, and touch the hand that heals. | |
| Like the tallest hog on | |
| Wall street, | |
| I' m a wheelin' all the deals. | |
| They' ll carve my face in marble, they' ll etch my name in stone. | |
| They' ll paint my noble portrait, and historify my home. | |
| You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty name. | |
| I' m the one that told you, told you so, they calls me | |
| Puddin' Taine. |
| zuò cí : Claypool, Primus | |
| Pass the pen there | |
| Billy Bob, | |
| I' ll write us up a song. | |
| Or perhaps | |
| I' ll pen a sonnet, if the melody sits all wrong. | |
| Hand me down a crayon, and | |
| I' ll draw a mighty oak.' | |
| Cause of all my brother | |
| Masons, I' m the quickest with a joke. | |
| Catch me in the right light, you' ll see my shapes shaped to please. | |
| And if I shank my trousers down, | |
| I' m hung just above the knees. | |
| You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty name. | |
| I' m the one that told you, told you so, they calls me | |
| Puddin' Taine. | |
| Now step on up to dance the dance, and touch the hand that heals. | |
| Like the tallest hog on | |
| Wall street, | |
| I' m a wheelin' all the deals. | |
| They' ll carve my face in marble, they' ll etch my name in stone. | |
| They' ll paint my noble portrait, and historify my home. | |
| You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty name. | |
| I' m the one that told you, told you so, they calls me | |
| Puddin' Taine. |