| 作词 : Sublime | |
| See, i chose this profession, so therefore, i earn beer. | |
| (laughter) | |
| Pretty much. | |
| Got matches? | |
| And i'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either. | |
| Are you guys musicians? | |
| We're magicians. | |
| What kind of misic y'all play? | |
| The kind that..i dunno. | |
| Ask and so you shall recieve. | |
| Whoo! | |
| Reggae! | |
| Reggae? oh, reggae! | |
| I'm not too into reggae. | |
| Why not? | |
| Oh well... | |
| I don't like it, that's why. | |
| We play rock, blues. | |
| Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? | |
| Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo. | |
| Oh. | |
| I like a little of this kind of music. | |
| Yeah? | |
| Yeah. | |
| I like jazz, blues. | |
| Oh, jazz is great. | |
| I'm not too into rap. | |
| I really don't like that rap. | |
| Rap? rap. | |
| I like oldies. | |
| Some rock, some hard rock. | |
| I even like a little mexican music. | |
| Don't understand the shit they're sayin'. | |
| Don't understand nuthin', but i like it. | |
| Now, the indian music. | |
| Now that's somethin' to trip off of! | |
| Acid. | |
| Because every song is like... | |
| You'd better be trippin' pretty hard. | |
| Uh-huh. | |
| I'll bet you trip hard. | |
| Acid. | |
| Oh, he's got it goin' on. | |
| Don't you go near ya hand... | |
| Yeah. | |
| Everyday. | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah. | |
| Everyday i say, oh please don't lie. | |
| We gotta leave. | |
| I swear. | |
| You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem? | |
| Ah-hah. | |
| I never said i thought you were stupid either. | |
| He ain't got nuthin' on there. | |
| Can one of y'all spare 20 cents. | |
| I don't evn have 20 cents. | |
| I don't even have...uh... | |
| If i had 20 cents a dollar like you... | |
| I'd spend the last one... | |
| This guy's got 20 cents, i'd bet you. | |
| My wallet's inside. | |
| Yeah, right, c'mon. | |
| Yeah, c'mon, you got money. | |
| Yeah, you got cash. | |
| Yeah, we know you got money, man. | |
| Actually, i think i have a buck. | |
| Give her the fuckin' quarter! | |
| We checked you out, we know you... | |
| Whoo! | |
| Reggae! | |
| Reggae? oh, reggae! | |
| I'm not too into reggae. | |
| C'mon down. | |
| One more time. | |
| C'mon down. c'mon down. | |
| Yeah. | |
| Go down and see your baby now. | |
| No. | |
| We love you, yeah. | |
| When i heard the verdict the first time, i was sitting there. | |
| Yeah. | |
| Fuck. | |
| Can't go in there. | |
| Fuck. | |
| I know he wasnt.. | |
| I immediately gave him all my money. | |
| Fuck. | |
| I know he wasn't. | |
| I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. | |
| You can stay here. | |
| Hey man. | |
| On that one. | |
| You got a good samaritan here. | |
| The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk | |
| In public. | |
| What's goin' on? | |
| I'm gonna break down the... | |
| He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work. | |
| You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem. | |
| Laaa...got a night down... | |
| Yah. | |
| Who's this guy? | |
| 2x that's opie. | |
| Opie. | |
| Opie is our master. | |
| Who's this guy? | |
| That's opie. | |
| Yah. | |
| Who's this guy? | |
| 2x that's opie. | |
| 5x opie. | |
| 2x that's opie. | |
| 5x opie. | |
| And opie is our master. | |
| I am the master. | |
| He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know. | |
| He created this. | |
| Knock me out. | |
| Master of the mother-fucker. | |
| Wait, i have one. | |
| Try that. | |
| He usually doesn't speak. | |
| Like, every 2 weeks. | |
| He speaks in tounges. | |
| Oh, in tounges. | |
| He only speaks every 2 weeks. | |
| (incoherent rambeling) | |
| Hey, y'all meet raleigh? | |
| This is like, speaking in tounges... | |
| Whoo! |
| zuo ci : Sublime | |
| See, i chose this profession, so therefore, i earn beer. | |
| laughter | |
| Pretty much. | |
| Got matches? | |
| And i' m not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either. | |
| Are you guys musicians? | |
| We' re magicians. | |
| What kind of misic y' all play? | |
| The kind that.. i dunno. | |
| Ask and so you shall recieve. | |
| Whoo! | |
| Reggae! | |
| Reggae? oh, reggae! | |
| I' m not too into reggae. | |
| Why not? | |
| Oh well... | |
| I don' t like it, that' s why. | |
| We play rock, blues. | |
| Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? | |
| Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo. | |
| Oh. | |
| I like a little of this kind of music. | |
| Yeah? | |
| Yeah. | |
| I like jazz, blues. | |
| Oh, jazz is great. | |
| I' m not too into rap. | |
| I really don' t like that rap. | |
| Rap? rap. | |
| I like oldies. | |
| Some rock, some hard rock. | |
| I even like a little mexican music. | |
| Don' t understand the shit they' re sayin'. | |
| Don' t understand nuthin', but i like it. | |
| Now, the indian music. | |
| Now that' s somethin' to trip off of! | |
| Acid. | |
| Because every song is like... | |
| You' d better be trippin' pretty hard. | |
| Uhhuh. | |
| I' ll bet you trip hard. | |
| Acid. | |
| Oh, he' s got it goin' on. | |
| Don' t you go near ya hand... | |
| Yeah. | |
| Everyday. | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah. | |
| Everyday i say, oh please don' t lie. | |
| We gotta leave. | |
| I swear. | |
| You should get a real one, man, what' s your fuckin problem? | |
| Ahhah. | |
| I never said i thought you were stupid either. | |
| He ain' t got nuthin' on there. | |
| Can one of y' all spare 20 cents. | |
| I don' t evn have 20 cents. | |
| I don' t even have... uh... | |
| If i had 20 cents a dollar like you... | |
| I' d spend the last one... | |
| This guy' s got 20 cents, i' d bet you. | |
| My wallet' s inside. | |
| Yeah, right, c' mon. | |
| Yeah, c' mon, you got money. | |
| Yeah, you got cash. | |
| Yeah, we know you got money, man. | |
| Actually, i think i have a buck. | |
| Give her the fuckin' quarter! | |
| We checked you out, we know you... | |
| Whoo! | |
| Reggae! | |
| Reggae? oh, reggae! | |
| I' m not too into reggae. | |
| C' mon down. | |
| One more time. | |
| C' mon down. c' mon down. | |
| Yeah. | |
| Go down and see your baby now. | |
| No. | |
| We love you, yeah. | |
| When i heard the verdict the first time, i was sitting there. | |
| Yeah. | |
| Fuck. | |
| Can' t go in there. | |
| Fuck. | |
| I know he wasnt.. | |
| I immediately gave him all my money. | |
| Fuck. | |
| I know he wasn' t. | |
| I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. | |
| You can stay here. | |
| Hey man. | |
| On that one. | |
| You got a good samaritan here. | |
| The motherfuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk | |
| In public. | |
| What' s goin' on? | |
| I' m gonna break down the... | |
| He' s really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn' t work. | |
| You should get a real one, man, what' s you fuckin' problem. | |
| Laaa... got a night down... | |
| Yah. | |
| Who' s this guy? | |
| 2x that' s opie. | |
| Opie. | |
| Opie is our master. | |
| Who' s this guy? | |
| That' s opie. | |
| Yah. | |
| Who' s this guy? | |
| 2x that' s opie. | |
| 5x opie. | |
| 2x that' s opie. | |
| 5x opie. | |
| And opie is our master. | |
| I am the master. | |
| He' s so smart, he' s the smartest guy we know. | |
| He created this. | |
| Knock me out. | |
| Master of the motherfucker. | |
| Wait, i have one. | |
| Try that. | |
| He usually doesn' t speak. | |
| Like, every 2 weeks. | |
| He speaks in tounges. | |
| Oh, in tounges. | |
| He only speaks every 2 weeks. | |
| incoherent rambeling | |
| Hey, y' all meet raleigh? | |
| This is like, speaking in tounges... | |
| Whoo! |
| zuò cí : Sublime | |
| See, i chose this profession, so therefore, i earn beer. | |
| laughter | |
| Pretty much. | |
| Got matches? | |
| And i' m not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either. | |
| Are you guys musicians? | |
| We' re magicians. | |
| What kind of misic y' all play? | |
| The kind that.. i dunno. | |
| Ask and so you shall recieve. | |
| Whoo! | |
| Reggae! | |
| Reggae? oh, reggae! | |
| I' m not too into reggae. | |
| Why not? | |
| Oh well... | |
| I don' t like it, that' s why. | |
| We play rock, blues. | |
| Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi? | |
| Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo. | |
| Oh. | |
| I like a little of this kind of music. | |
| Yeah? | |
| Yeah. | |
| I like jazz, blues. | |
| Oh, jazz is great. | |
| I' m not too into rap. | |
| I really don' t like that rap. | |
| Rap? rap. | |
| I like oldies. | |
| Some rock, some hard rock. | |
| I even like a little mexican music. | |
| Don' t understand the shit they' re sayin'. | |
| Don' t understand nuthin', but i like it. | |
| Now, the indian music. | |
| Now that' s somethin' to trip off of! | |
| Acid. | |
| Because every song is like... | |
| You' d better be trippin' pretty hard. | |
| Uhhuh. | |
| I' ll bet you trip hard. | |
| Acid. | |
| Oh, he' s got it goin' on. | |
| Don' t you go near ya hand... | |
| Yeah. | |
| Everyday. | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah. | |
| Everyday i say, oh please don' t lie. | |
| We gotta leave. | |
| I swear. | |
| You should get a real one, man, what' s your fuckin problem? | |
| Ahhah. | |
| I never said i thought you were stupid either. | |
| He ain' t got nuthin' on there. | |
| Can one of y' all spare 20 cents. | |
| I don' t evn have 20 cents. | |
| I don' t even have... uh... | |
| If i had 20 cents a dollar like you... | |
| I' d spend the last one... | |
| This guy' s got 20 cents, i' d bet you. | |
| My wallet' s inside. | |
| Yeah, right, c' mon. | |
| Yeah, c' mon, you got money. | |
| Yeah, you got cash. | |
| Yeah, we know you got money, man. | |
| Actually, i think i have a buck. | |
| Give her the fuckin' quarter! | |
| We checked you out, we know you... | |
| Whoo! | |
| Reggae! | |
| Reggae? oh, reggae! | |
| I' m not too into reggae. | |
| C' mon down. | |
| One more time. | |
| C' mon down. c' mon down. | |
| Yeah. | |
| Go down and see your baby now. | |
| No. | |
| We love you, yeah. | |
| When i heard the verdict the first time, i was sitting there. | |
| Yeah. | |
| Fuck. | |
| Can' t go in there. | |
| Fuck. | |
| I know he wasnt.. | |
| I immediately gave him all my money. | |
| Fuck. | |
| I know he wasn' t. | |
| I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason. | |
| You can stay here. | |
| Hey man. | |
| On that one. | |
| You got a good samaritan here. | |
| The motherfuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk | |
| In public. | |
| What' s goin' on? | |
| I' m gonna break down the... | |
| He' s really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn' t work. | |
| You should get a real one, man, what' s you fuckin' problem. | |
| Laaa... got a night down... | |
| Yah. | |
| Who' s this guy? | |
| 2x that' s opie. | |
| Opie. | |
| Opie is our master. | |
| Who' s this guy? | |
| That' s opie. | |
| Yah. | |
| Who' s this guy? | |
| 2x that' s opie. | |
| 5x opie. | |
| 2x that' s opie. | |
| 5x opie. | |
| And opie is our master. | |
| I am the master. | |
| He' s so smart, he' s the smartest guy we know. | |
| He created this. | |
| Knock me out. | |
| Master of the motherfucker. | |
| Wait, i have one. | |
| Try that. | |
| He usually doesn' t speak. | |
| Like, every 2 weeks. | |
| He speaks in tounges. | |
| Oh, in tounges. | |
| He only speaks every 2 weeks. | |
| incoherent rambeling | |
| Hey, y' all meet raleigh? | |
| This is like, speaking in tounges... | |
| Whoo! |
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