| Song | Forty Years |
| Artist | Joe Jackson |
| Album | Big World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Joe Jackson | |
| 作词 : Joe Jackson | |
| On the tenth anniversary of the end of World War Two | |
| Here in Berlin, people line up to get in | |
| To wait for the end, living in glorious sin | |
| They've looked around and now there is no looking back | |
| To when rivers ran red, now it's the sky that grows black | |
| Shadows are cast as two giants roam over the earth | |
| We light a match, but what is that little flame worth | |
| Once allies danced and sang | |
| But it was forty years ago | |
| Here in D.C., they talk about 'Euro-disease' | |
| And how the French are always so damn hard to please | |
| Motions are passed in Brussels but no one agrees | |
| And no one walks tall, but no one gets down on their knees | |
| Once allies laughed and drank | |
| But it was forty years ago | |
| Where I come from, they don't like Americans much | |
| They think they're so loud, so tasteless and so out of touch | |
| Stiff upper lips are curled into permanent sneers | |
| Self-satisfied, awaiting the next forty years | |
| Once allies cried and cheered | |
| But it was forty years ago |
| zuo qu : Joe Jackson | |
| zuo ci : Joe Jackson | |
| On the tenth anniversary of the end of World War Two | |
| Here in Berlin, people line up to get in | |
| To wait for the end, living in glorious sin | |
| They' ve looked around and now there is no looking back | |
| To when rivers ran red, now it' s the sky that grows black | |
| Shadows are cast as two giants roam over the earth | |
| We light a match, but what is that little flame worth | |
| Once allies danced and sang | |
| But it was forty years ago | |
| Here in D. C., they talk about ' Eurodisease' | |
| And how the French are always so damn hard to please | |
| Motions are passed in Brussels but no one agrees | |
| And no one walks tall, but no one gets down on their knees | |
| Once allies laughed and drank | |
| But it was forty years ago | |
| Where I come from, they don' t like Americans much | |
| They think they' re so loud, so tasteless and so out of touch | |
| Stiff upper lips are curled into permanent sneers | |
| Selfsatisfied, awaiting the next forty years | |
| Once allies cried and cheered | |
| But it was forty years ago |
| zuò qǔ : Joe Jackson | |
| zuò cí : Joe Jackson | |
| On the tenth anniversary of the end of World War Two | |
| Here in Berlin, people line up to get in | |
| To wait for the end, living in glorious sin | |
| They' ve looked around and now there is no looking back | |
| To when rivers ran red, now it' s the sky that grows black | |
| Shadows are cast as two giants roam over the earth | |
| We light a match, but what is that little flame worth | |
| Once allies danced and sang | |
| But it was forty years ago | |
| Here in D. C., they talk about ' Eurodisease' | |
| And how the French are always so damn hard to please | |
| Motions are passed in Brussels but no one agrees | |
| And no one walks tall, but no one gets down on their knees | |
| Once allies laughed and drank | |
| But it was forty years ago | |
| Where I come from, they don' t like Americans much | |
| They think they' re so loud, so tasteless and so out of touch | |
| Stiff upper lips are curled into permanent sneers | |
| Selfsatisfied, awaiting the next forty years | |
| Once allies cried and cheered | |
| But it was forty years ago |