| Song | Grey In L.A. |
| Artist | Loudon Wainwright III |
| Album | Strange Weirdos: Music From And Inspired By The Film Knocked Up |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : | |
| When it's grey in L.A. I sure like it that way | |
| 'Cause there's way too much sunshine around here | |
| I don't know about you, I get so sick of blue skies | |
| Wherever they always appear | |
| And I sure love the sound of the rain pouring down | |
| On my carport roof made out of tin | |
| If there's a flood, then there's gonna be mudslides | |
| We all have to pay for our sin | |
| And I suppose that they'll close canyon roads | |
| And the freeways will all start to clog | |
| And the waters will rise and you won't be surprised | |
| When your whole house smells like your wet dog | |
| When it's grey in L.A. it's much better that way | |
| It reminds you that this town's so cruel | |
| Yeah, it might feel like fun when you're sporting sunglasses | |
| But really you're just one more fool | |
| And I'm just a chump and this whole town's a dump | |
| We came out here to dump all our dreams | |
| Of making it big but we're stuck in a singular nightmare | |
| That's just how it seems | |
| And I suppose Laurie David sure knows | |
| All those cars we drive heat up our earth | |
| And sea temperatures rise and those constant blue skies | |
| And brush fires can sure curb your mirth | |
| Brad Grey's in L.A. yeah okay I should stay here | |
| There's no place that's better I know | |
| For a wannabe star stuck in a car | |
| On a freeway with nowhere to go | |
| When it's grey in L.A. I sure like it that way | |
| 'Cause there's way too much sunshine around here | |
| I don't know about you, I get so sick of blue skies | |
| Wherever they always appear |
| zuo ci : | |
| When it' s grey in L. A. I sure like it that way | |
| ' Cause there' s way too much sunshine around here | |
| I don' t know about you, I get so sick of blue skies | |
| Wherever they always appear | |
| And I sure love the sound of the rain pouring down | |
| On my carport roof made out of tin | |
| If there' s a flood, then there' s gonna be mudslides | |
| We all have to pay for our sin | |
| And I suppose that they' ll close canyon roads | |
| And the freeways will all start to clog | |
| And the waters will rise and you won' t be surprised | |
| When your whole house smells like your wet dog | |
| When it' s grey in L. A. it' s much better that way | |
| It reminds you that this town' s so cruel | |
| Yeah, it might feel like fun when you' re sporting sunglasses | |
| But really you' re just one more fool | |
| And I' m just a chump and this whole town' s a dump | |
| We came out here to dump all our dreams | |
| Of making it big but we' re stuck in a singular nightmare | |
| That' s just how it seems | |
| And I suppose Laurie David sure knows | |
| All those cars we drive heat up our earth | |
| And sea temperatures rise and those constant blue skies | |
| And brush fires can sure curb your mirth | |
| Brad Grey' s in L. A. yeah okay I should stay here | |
| There' s no place that' s better I know | |
| For a wannabe star stuck in a car | |
| On a freeway with nowhere to go | |
| When it' s grey in L. A. I sure like it that way | |
| ' Cause there' s way too much sunshine around here | |
| I don' t know about you, I get so sick of blue skies | |
| Wherever they always appear |
| zuò cí : | |
| When it' s grey in L. A. I sure like it that way | |
| ' Cause there' s way too much sunshine around here | |
| I don' t know about you, I get so sick of blue skies | |
| Wherever they always appear | |
| And I sure love the sound of the rain pouring down | |
| On my carport roof made out of tin | |
| If there' s a flood, then there' s gonna be mudslides | |
| We all have to pay for our sin | |
| And I suppose that they' ll close canyon roads | |
| And the freeways will all start to clog | |
| And the waters will rise and you won' t be surprised | |
| When your whole house smells like your wet dog | |
| When it' s grey in L. A. it' s much better that way | |
| It reminds you that this town' s so cruel | |
| Yeah, it might feel like fun when you' re sporting sunglasses | |
| But really you' re just one more fool | |
| And I' m just a chump and this whole town' s a dump | |
| We came out here to dump all our dreams | |
| Of making it big but we' re stuck in a singular nightmare | |
| That' s just how it seems | |
| And I suppose Laurie David sure knows | |
| All those cars we drive heat up our earth | |
| And sea temperatures rise and those constant blue skies | |
| And brush fires can sure curb your mirth | |
| Brad Grey' s in L. A. yeah okay I should stay here | |
| There' s no place that' s better I know | |
| For a wannabe star stuck in a car | |
| On a freeway with nowhere to go | |
| When it' s grey in L. A. I sure like it that way | |
| ' Cause there' s way too much sunshine around here | |
| I don' t know about you, I get so sick of blue skies | |
| Wherever they always appear |