| Song | Nothing's Gonna Change My Clothes |
| Artist | They Might Be Giants |
| Album | They Might Be Giants |
| 作词 : Flansburgh, Linnell | |
| All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in | |
| I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin | |
| But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots | |
| And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop | |
| And the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancing skeleton | |
| Surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in | |
| A furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice | |
| Some people call them snake-eyes, but to me they look like mice | |
| And nothing's smelling like a rose | |
| But i don't care if no one's coming up for air | |
| I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore | |
| All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in | |
| I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin | |
| But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots | |
| And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop | |
| And nothing's smelling like a rose | |
| But i don't care if no one's coming up for air | |
| I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore | |
| No, no, no, no | |
| Nothing's smelling like a rose | |
| But i don't care if no one's coming up for air | |
| I know that nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore |
| zuò cí : Flansburgh, Linnell | |
| All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in | |
| I' m glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin | |
| But every little thing' s a domino that falls on different dots | |
| And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop | |
| And the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancing skeleton | |
| Surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in | |
| A furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice | |
| Some people call them snakeeyes, but to me they look like mice | |
| And nothing' s smelling like a rose | |
| But i don' t care if no one' s coming up for air | |
| I know nothing' s gonna change my clothes ever anymore | |
| All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in | |
| I' m glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin | |
| But every little thing' s a domino that falls on different dots | |
| And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop | |
| And nothing' s smelling like a rose | |
| But i don' t care if no one' s coming up for air | |
| I know nothing' s gonna change my clothes ever anymore | |
| No, no, no, no | |
| Nothing' s smelling like a rose | |
| But i don' t care if no one' s coming up for air | |
| I know that nothing' s gonna change my clothes ever anymore |