Song | Friday Night At The Drive-In Bingo |
Artist | Jens Lekman |
Album | Night Falls Over Kortedala |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lekman | |
In a tiny, tiny southern | |
Swedish country town | |
Two acres of field and a gas station | |
Riding on my moped, looking for fun | |
Staring into the blood-red sun | |
Oh, the country road is a boulevard | |
With neon lights and night-open bars | |
In my jacket, pack of playing cards | |
Just jacks, jokers, and a queen of hearts | |
My heart is beating, beating like | |
RingoAs I pull into the drive-in bingo | |
Why do the people in the country want to look like the people in the city | |
When the people in the city aren't the slightest pretty? | |
I want the people in the country to wear flannel shirts | |
And saggy jeans all covered in dirt | |
I want the people in the country to be open and kind | |
But most times | |
I've met those with a narrow mind | |
With a big black dog to bite your behind | |
If they ever find out you're not one of their kind | |
All these thoughts as | |
I open up a zingo | |
Friday night at the drive-in bingo | |
So this is what they do out here for fun? | |
They play bingo and let their engines run | |
Tonight's jackpot is a pig, hey, that's criminal | |
G-42, ooh, | |
I'm going diagonal | |
I'm gonna gather up a few of my friends | |
As many fits into an army tent | |
Just bring your savings and a bottle of wine | |
To Friday night's reversal of time | |
This little southwest village shouldn't cost that much | |
Maybe a handful of silver or a hundred bucks | |
We could have wild, wild parties in that big old lodge | |
And the windmill's perfect for movies and such | |
We could fake our deaths to get insurance money | |
And take on hippie names, | |
I'd be Snowphish, you'd be | |
SunnyWe could start a little farm with little white bunnies | |
Just 'cause watching them copulate is very funny | |
There's a cow and an ostrich just waiting for you | |
A glass of apple cider just waiting for you | |
The smell of 1952 just waiting for you | |
And all I'm doing here is just waiting for you | |
A daydream, | |
I'm caught up in limbo | |
Friday night at the drive-in bingo |
zuo ci : Lekman | |
In a tiny, tiny southern | |
Swedish country town | |
Two acres of field and a gas station | |
Riding on my moped, looking for fun | |
Staring into the bloodred sun | |
Oh, the country road is a boulevard | |
With neon lights and nightopen bars | |
In my jacket, pack of playing cards | |
Just jacks, jokers, and a queen of hearts | |
My heart is beating, beating like | |
RingoAs I pull into the drivein bingo | |
Why do the people in the country want to look like the people in the city | |
When the people in the city aren' t the slightest pretty? | |
I want the people in the country to wear flannel shirts | |
And saggy jeans all covered in dirt | |
I want the people in the country to be open and kind | |
But most times | |
I' ve met those with a narrow mind | |
With a big black dog to bite your behind | |
If they ever find out you' re not one of their kind | |
All these thoughts as | |
I open up a zingo | |
Friday night at the drivein bingo | |
So this is what they do out here for fun? | |
They play bingo and let their engines run | |
Tonight' s jackpot is a pig, hey, that' s criminal | |
G42, ooh, | |
I' m going diagonal | |
I' m gonna gather up a few of my friends | |
As many fits into an army tent | |
Just bring your savings and a bottle of wine | |
To Friday night' s reversal of time | |
This little southwest village shouldn' t cost that much | |
Maybe a handful of silver or a hundred bucks | |
We could have wild, wild parties in that big old lodge | |
And the windmill' s perfect for movies and such | |
We could fake our deaths to get insurance money | |
And take on hippie names, | |
I' d be Snowphish, you' d be | |
SunnyWe could start a little farm with little white bunnies | |
Just ' cause watching them copulate is very funny | |
There' s a cow and an ostrich just waiting for you | |
A glass of apple cider just waiting for you | |
The smell of 1952 just waiting for you | |
And all I' m doing here is just waiting for you | |
A daydream, | |
I' m caught up in limbo | |
Friday night at the drivein bingo |
zuò cí : Lekman | |
In a tiny, tiny southern | |
Swedish country town | |
Two acres of field and a gas station | |
Riding on my moped, looking for fun | |
Staring into the bloodred sun | |
Oh, the country road is a boulevard | |
With neon lights and nightopen bars | |
In my jacket, pack of playing cards | |
Just jacks, jokers, and a queen of hearts | |
My heart is beating, beating like | |
RingoAs I pull into the drivein bingo | |
Why do the people in the country want to look like the people in the city | |
When the people in the city aren' t the slightest pretty? | |
I want the people in the country to wear flannel shirts | |
And saggy jeans all covered in dirt | |
I want the people in the country to be open and kind | |
But most times | |
I' ve met those with a narrow mind | |
With a big black dog to bite your behind | |
If they ever find out you' re not one of their kind | |
All these thoughts as | |
I open up a zingo | |
Friday night at the drivein bingo | |
So this is what they do out here for fun? | |
They play bingo and let their engines run | |
Tonight' s jackpot is a pig, hey, that' s criminal | |
G42, ooh, | |
I' m going diagonal | |
I' m gonna gather up a few of my friends | |
As many fits into an army tent | |
Just bring your savings and a bottle of wine | |
To Friday night' s reversal of time | |
This little southwest village shouldn' t cost that much | |
Maybe a handful of silver or a hundred bucks | |
We could have wild, wild parties in that big old lodge | |
And the windmill' s perfect for movies and such | |
We could fake our deaths to get insurance money | |
And take on hippie names, | |
I' d be Snowphish, you' d be | |
SunnyWe could start a little farm with little white bunnies | |
Just ' cause watching them copulate is very funny | |
There' s a cow and an ostrich just waiting for you | |
A glass of apple cider just waiting for you | |
The smell of 1952 just waiting for you | |
And all I' m doing here is just waiting for you | |
A daydream, | |
I' m caught up in limbo | |
Friday night at the drivein bingo |