| Song | Pearl 'N' Roy (England) |
| Artist | Mott the Hoople |
| Album | Original Album Classics |
| 作词 : Hunter | |
| (ian hunter) | |
| Shut up!!! | |
| It's clean the chimneys kids, and it's 1974 | |
| Shake a fist, make oliver twist | |
| There's no way you ain't poor | |
| Work the mine, work the factory line | |
| Watch the news, get the blues, blow a fuse | |
| Number one ain't gettin' it done | |
| And number two always got to lose | |
| Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker | |
| Money funny honey, cook book looker | |
| Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker | |
| Easy fee degree, cute boot licker | |
| Now i'll tell you something | |
| It seems like the rich dudes live in the sun | |
| And if eton be a democracy - well i'm gonna get me some | |
| They got no chins and they always win | |
| Piece of glass hides the class from the mass | |
| Uni-own jack is starting to crack | |
| The greed breed's killin' off the grass | |
| Come on, own up! - you're blown-up, you're shown-up | |
| Amatuers - amateurs - bullshit calamitors! | |
| Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker | |
| Money funny honey, cook book looker | |
| Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker | |
| Easy fee degree, cute boot licker | |
| Thought you said, you'd make us into a star | |
| You just jive, you connived with our lives | |
| You're a scar, a disgrace, such a waste, filthy taste - lost your case | |
| Hi number ten, how's things goin'? | |
| Times are a-changin', winds are blowin' | |
| Big white chief, false teeth showin' | |
| I'm sittin' here growin, i'm sittin' here knowin' | |
| You're on the lamm, can't control it | |
| You're just a sham, you mink stole it | |
| Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker | |
| Easy fee degree, cute boot licker | |
| Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker | |
| Money funny honey, cook book looker |
| zuò cí : Hunter | |
| ian hunter | |
| Shut up!!! | |
| It' s clean the chimneys kids, and it' s 1974 | |
| Shake a fist, make oliver twist | |
| There' s no way you ain' t poor | |
| Work the mine, work the factory line | |
| Watch the news, get the blues, blow a fuse | |
| Number one ain' t gettin' it done | |
| And number two always got to lose | |
| Pearl ' atta girl, high school hooker | |
| Money funny honey, cook book looker | |
| Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker | |
| Easy fee degree, cute boot licker | |
| Now i' ll tell you something | |
| It seems like the rich dudes live in the sun | |
| And if eton be a democracy well i' m gonna get me some | |
| They got no chins and they always win | |
| Piece of glass hides the class from the mass | |
| Uniown jack is starting to crack | |
| The greed breed' s killin' off the grass | |
| Come on, own up! you' re blownup, you' re shownup | |
| Amatuers amateurs bullshit calamitors! | |
| Pearl ' atta girl, high school hooker | |
| Money funny honey, cook book looker | |
| Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker | |
| Easy fee degree, cute boot licker | |
| Thought you said, you' d make us into a star | |
| You just jive, you connived with our lives | |
| You' re a scar, a disgrace, such a waste, filthy taste lost your case | |
| Hi number ten, how' s things goin'? | |
| Times are achangin', winds are blowin' | |
| Big white chief, false teeth showin' | |
| I' m sittin' here growin, i' m sittin' here knowin' | |
| You' re on the lamm, can' t control it | |
| You' re just a sham, you mink stole it | |
| Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker | |
| Easy fee degree, cute boot licker | |
| Pearl ' atta girl, high school hooker | |
| Money funny honey, cook book looker |