Song | Sandpaper Cadillac |
Artist | Joe Cocker |
Album | With A Little Help From My Friends |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cocker, Stainton | |
Riding along in a sandpaper Cadillac | |
Somebody's strikin' a match on the back | |
Brimstone lines marring the body so fair | |
Brimstone lines marring the body so fair | |
Slowly, my mind and dream change into woe, now | |
My car is dead and gone, Lord | |
And I just can't carry on | |
Changing, my thoughts become so clear to me | |
My car wants to be free, I know | |
And it's calling out to me, yeah | |
Walking along with a gold-plated pussycat | |
Somebody's pouring blood on its back | |
Paint that has pierced all the pores in his hide | |
Paint that has pierced all the pores in his hide | |
Slowly, my mind and dream change into woe, now | |
My cat is all alone, I know it | |
And it hasn't got a bone | |
Changing, my thoughts become so clear to me | |
My cat begins to sleep | |
And it's sleeping 'round with me | |
Don't you know I need that thing so bad | |
My car and my cat are going bad | |
And I need everything I can, Lady | |
Aaaaa! Oh, no no, this can't be the same, no | |
They're gonna meet me once again, yeah | |
They're gonna meet me once again, Lord |
zuo ci : Cocker, Stainton | |
Riding along in a sandpaper Cadillac | |
Somebody' s strikin' a match on the back | |
Brimstone lines marring the body so fair | |
Brimstone lines marring the body so fair | |
Slowly, my mind and dream change into woe, now | |
My car is dead and gone, Lord | |
And I just can' t carry on | |
Changing, my thoughts become so clear to me | |
My car wants to be free, I know | |
And it' s calling out to me, yeah | |
Walking along with a goldplated pussycat | |
Somebody' s pouring blood on its back | |
Paint that has pierced all the pores in his hide | |
Paint that has pierced all the pores in his hide | |
Slowly, my mind and dream change into woe, now | |
My cat is all alone, I know it | |
And it hasn' t got a bone | |
Changing, my thoughts become so clear to me | |
My cat begins to sleep | |
And it' s sleeping ' round with me | |
Don' t you know I need that thing so bad | |
My car and my cat are going bad | |
And I need everything I can, Lady | |
Aaaaa! Oh, no no, this can' t be the same, no | |
They' re gonna meet me once again, yeah | |
They' re gonna meet me once again, Lord |
zuò cí : Cocker, Stainton | |
Riding along in a sandpaper Cadillac | |
Somebody' s strikin' a match on the back | |
Brimstone lines marring the body so fair | |
Brimstone lines marring the body so fair | |
Slowly, my mind and dream change into woe, now | |
My car is dead and gone, Lord | |
And I just can' t carry on | |
Changing, my thoughts become so clear to me | |
My car wants to be free, I know | |
And it' s calling out to me, yeah | |
Walking along with a goldplated pussycat | |
Somebody' s pouring blood on its back | |
Paint that has pierced all the pores in his hide | |
Paint that has pierced all the pores in his hide | |
Slowly, my mind and dream change into woe, now | |
My cat is all alone, I know it | |
And it hasn' t got a bone | |
Changing, my thoughts become so clear to me | |
My cat begins to sleep | |
And it' s sleeping ' round with me | |
Don' t you know I need that thing so bad | |
My car and my cat are going bad | |
And I need everything I can, Lady | |
Aaaaa! Oh, no no, this can' t be the same, no | |
They' re gonna meet me once again, yeah | |
They' re gonna meet me once again, Lord |