Song | Stand Up Guy |
Artist | Mark Knopfler |
Album | Shangri-La |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Mark Knopfler | |
作词 : KNOPFLER, MARK | |
brew the coffee in a bucket | |
double straight man and banjo | |
if you don’t got the snake oil | |
buster, you don’t got a show | |
who puts the doh-re-me | |
in our pockets | |
keeps the party going on? | |
it’s the man | |
who sells the potions | |
i’m just one who plays the songs | |
now they generally buys | |
the bigger size | |
they usually rub it in | |
i drank it once, it tasted | |
like grease and paraffin | |
it’s mostly alcohol, okay | |
you can’t deny it’s strong | |
we was going through the motions | |
‘til the doctor came along | |
there stands the bottle | |
ladies and gentlemen | |
all these bottles | |
don’t have to tell you, friends | |
these days miracles | |
don’t come falling from the sky | |
raise your glasses to the doctor | |
to a stand up guy | |
when the monkeyshine is flying | |
and he’s promising the cure | |
he says the french | |
for your lovesick blues | |
la maladie d’amour | |
he gets the chumps all laughing | |
but he gets a few to buy | |
here’s to beefsteak | |
when you’re hungry | |
and whiskey when you’re dry | |
now the band’ll blow their moolah | |
like sailors gone ashore | |
now we’re going to west helena | |
to gamble, drink and whore | |
let’s you and me | |
all make whoopee | |
here’s mud in your eye | |
here’s to all the gals you ever want | |
and heaven when you die | |
there stands the bottle | |
ladies and gentlemen | |
all these bottles | |
don’t have to tell you, friends | |
these days miracles | |
don’t come falling from the sky | |
raise your glasses to the doctor | |
to a stand up guy | |
there’s a big cheese with a cigar | |
been sizing up the show | |
he wants to get the doctor | |
pitching on the radio | |
i will make a switch to guitar | |
but the rules all still apply | |
they want to trust somebody | |
yeah, they want a stand up guy | |
there stands the bottle | |
here’s to absent friends | |
all these bottles | |
dead soldiers in the end | |
these days miracles | |
don’t come falling from the sky | |
raise your glasses to the doctor | |
to a stand up guy | |
to the doctor | |
a stand up guy |
zuo qu : Mark Knopfler | |
zuo ci : KNOPFLER, MARK | |
brew the coffee in a bucket | |
double straight man and banjo | |
if you don' t got the snake oil | |
buster, you don' t got a show | |
who puts the dohreme | |
in our pockets | |
keeps the party going on? | |
it' s the man | |
who sells the potions | |
i' m just one who plays the songs | |
now they generally buys | |
the bigger size | |
they usually rub it in | |
i drank it once, it tasted | |
like grease and paraffin | |
it' s mostly alcohol, okay | |
you can' t deny it' s strong | |
we was going through the motions | |
' til the doctor came along | |
there stands the bottle | |
ladies and gentlemen | |
all these bottles | |
don' t have to tell you, friends | |
these days miracles | |
don' t come falling from the sky | |
raise your glasses to the doctor | |
to a stand up guy | |
when the monkeyshine is flying | |
and he' s promising the cure | |
he says the french | |
for your lovesick blues | |
la maladie d' amour | |
he gets the chumps all laughing | |
but he gets a few to buy | |
here' s to beefsteak | |
when you' re hungry | |
and whiskey when you' re dry | |
now the band' ll blow their moolah | |
like sailors gone ashore | |
now we' re going to west helena | |
to gamble, drink and whore | |
let' s you and me | |
all make whoopee | |
here' s mud in your eye | |
here' s to all the gals you ever want | |
and heaven when you die | |
there stands the bottle | |
ladies and gentlemen | |
all these bottles | |
don' t have to tell you, friends | |
these days miracles | |
don' t come falling from the sky | |
raise your glasses to the doctor | |
to a stand up guy | |
there' s a big cheese with a cigar | |
been sizing up the show | |
he wants to get the doctor | |
pitching on the radio | |
i will make a switch to guitar | |
but the rules all still apply | |
they want to trust somebody | |
yeah, they want a stand up guy | |
there stands the bottle | |
here' s to absent friends | |
all these bottles | |
dead soldiers in the end | |
these days miracles | |
don' t come falling from the sky | |
raise your glasses to the doctor | |
to a stand up guy | |
to the doctor | |
a stand up guy |
zuò qǔ : Mark Knopfler | |
zuò cí : KNOPFLER, MARK | |
brew the coffee in a bucket | |
double straight man and banjo | |
if you don' t got the snake oil | |
buster, you don' t got a show | |
who puts the dohreme | |
in our pockets | |
keeps the party going on? | |
it' s the man | |
who sells the potions | |
i' m just one who plays the songs | |
now they generally buys | |
the bigger size | |
they usually rub it in | |
i drank it once, it tasted | |
like grease and paraffin | |
it' s mostly alcohol, okay | |
you can' t deny it' s strong | |
we was going through the motions | |
' til the doctor came along | |
there stands the bottle | |
ladies and gentlemen | |
all these bottles | |
don' t have to tell you, friends | |
these days miracles | |
don' t come falling from the sky | |
raise your glasses to the doctor | |
to a stand up guy | |
when the monkeyshine is flying | |
and he' s promising the cure | |
he says the french | |
for your lovesick blues | |
la maladie d' amour | |
he gets the chumps all laughing | |
but he gets a few to buy | |
here' s to beefsteak | |
when you' re hungry | |
and whiskey when you' re dry | |
now the band' ll blow their moolah | |
like sailors gone ashore | |
now we' re going to west helena | |
to gamble, drink and whore | |
let' s you and me | |
all make whoopee | |
here' s mud in your eye | |
here' s to all the gals you ever want | |
and heaven when you die | |
there stands the bottle | |
ladies and gentlemen | |
all these bottles | |
don' t have to tell you, friends | |
these days miracles | |
don' t come falling from the sky | |
raise your glasses to the doctor | |
to a stand up guy | |
there' s a big cheese with a cigar | |
been sizing up the show | |
he wants to get the doctor | |
pitching on the radio | |
i will make a switch to guitar | |
but the rules all still apply | |
they want to trust somebody | |
yeah, they want a stand up guy | |
there stands the bottle | |
here' s to absent friends | |
all these bottles | |
dead soldiers in the end | |
these days miracles | |
don' t come falling from the sky | |
raise your glasses to the doctor | |
to a stand up guy | |
to the doctor | |
a stand up guy |