Song | On The Bus |
Artist | The Holloways |
Album | No Smoke, No Mirrors |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : ANNA SPENCER/KATHRYN WILLIAMS | |
Why do all the rude boys on the bus, | |
Find it fun to make a fuss of anyone, | |
A little bit dissimilar | |
Why can't they just leave us all alone, | |
And allow each to their own devices, | |
Even if they're unfamiliar to you | |
And they say, why'd you wanna dress like that, son, | |
I say, I just wanna have some fun if that's alright with you, | |
I really rather not have to talk to you (x2) | |
You sit there with your music blaring out, | |
So you have to scream and shout so loud, | |
Why're you so busy hating | |
A little old lady sits in front of you, | |
Why're you busy screaming black and blue, | |
It's really intimidating for her | |
And they say, why'd you wanna dress like that, son, | |
I say, I just wanna have some fun if that's alright with you, | |
I really rather not have to talk to you (x2) | |
There's a fire inside you kindly put it out, | |
Kindly put it out (x2) | |
You always claim we're disrespecting you, | |
As if you're generous with you're | |
RESP-ECT for us, | |
It's something you neglect | |
Why can't all the good folk make a stand, | |
And bring an end to all their happy slaps, | |
They can be the treason, we'll be the love attract | |
And they say, why'd you wanna dress like that, son, | |
I say, I just wanna have some fun if that's alright with you, | |
I really rather not have to talk to you (x2)(And they say, why do you wanna dress like that, son,And I say leave me alone, why can't you leave me alone) (x2) |
zuo qu : ANNA SPENCER KATHRYN WILLIAMS | |
Why do all the rude boys on the bus, | |
Find it fun to make a fuss of anyone, | |
A little bit dissimilar | |
Why can' t they just leave us all alone, | |
And allow each to their own devices, | |
Even if they' re unfamiliar to you | |
And they say, why' d you wanna dress like that, son, | |
I say, I just wanna have some fun if that' s alright with you, | |
I really rather not have to talk to you x2 | |
You sit there with your music blaring out, | |
So you have to scream and shout so loud, | |
Why' re you so busy hating | |
A little old lady sits in front of you, | |
Why' re you busy screaming black and blue, | |
It' s really intimidating for her | |
And they say, why' d you wanna dress like that, son, | |
I say, I just wanna have some fun if that' s alright with you, | |
I really rather not have to talk to you x2 | |
There' s a fire inside you kindly put it out, | |
Kindly put it out x2 | |
You always claim we' re disrespecting you, | |
As if you' re generous with you' re | |
RESPECT for us, | |
It' s something you neglect | |
Why can' t all the good folk make a stand, | |
And bring an end to all their happy slaps, | |
They can be the treason, we' ll be the love attract | |
And they say, why' d you wanna dress like that, son, | |
I say, I just wanna have some fun if that' s alright with you, | |
I really rather not have to talk to you x2 And they say, why do you wanna dress like that, son, And I say leave me alone, why can' t you leave me alone x2 |
zuò qǔ : ANNA SPENCER KATHRYN WILLIAMS | |
Why do all the rude boys on the bus, | |
Find it fun to make a fuss of anyone, | |
A little bit dissimilar | |
Why can' t they just leave us all alone, | |
And allow each to their own devices, | |
Even if they' re unfamiliar to you | |
And they say, why' d you wanna dress like that, son, | |
I say, I just wanna have some fun if that' s alright with you, | |
I really rather not have to talk to you x2 | |
You sit there with your music blaring out, | |
So you have to scream and shout so loud, | |
Why' re you so busy hating | |
A little old lady sits in front of you, | |
Why' re you busy screaming black and blue, | |
It' s really intimidating for her | |
And they say, why' d you wanna dress like that, son, | |
I say, I just wanna have some fun if that' s alright with you, | |
I really rather not have to talk to you x2 | |
There' s a fire inside you kindly put it out, | |
Kindly put it out x2 | |
You always claim we' re disrespecting you, | |
As if you' re generous with you' re | |
RESPECT for us, | |
It' s something you neglect | |
Why can' t all the good folk make a stand, | |
And bring an end to all their happy slaps, | |
They can be the treason, we' ll be the love attract | |
And they say, why' d you wanna dress like that, son, | |
I say, I just wanna have some fun if that' s alright with you, | |
I really rather not have to talk to you x2 And they say, why do you wanna dress like that, son, And I say leave me alone, why can' t you leave me alone x2 |