| Song | Walter Westinghouse |
| Artist | The Residents |
| Album | Fingerprince |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Residents | |
| Walter Westinghouse went to town | |
| He found a friend today | |
| His friend was peeling ceiling wax as | |
| He heard Walter say | |
| Love me tender, love me sweet | |
| Love me like I love my feet | |
| Sit me down with Ezra Pound | |
| But don't forget to eat | |
| Or cause a country boy to cook | |
| A carrot or a cake | |
| But don't forget the feelings | |
| Of a friend are hard to fake | |
| He lives a life of April leaves | |
| Respondent to the thought that | |
| Often things you caught or bought | |
| Were not the ones you sought | |
| Now his December is a sender | |
| Singing songs he knows | |
| But all the words are cheese and please | |
| And boy, I hope it snows | |
| He buys the bacon and the achin' | |
| In his heart is due | |
| To overcoats and Quaker Oats | |
| And if his wife should sue | |
| Wanda, Wanda where you went and | |
| Tell me what'd you take? | |
| I took the tongue of Philip Jung | |
| And left it in the lake | |
| But my dear I think I fear | |
| That you had lost your way | |
| 'Cause scrambled eggs, 'cause scrambled eggs | |
| Were all he'd let me bake | |
| He said, "Your trust is like a crust | |
| Too brittle and too thin" | |
| I said, ?You're full of nigger nuts | |
| And look like Rin Tin Tin? | |
| Is common ground not ever found | |
| But flees from dad to son | |
| Or is it just believing that the | |
| Evening steals the sun? | |
| I said, ?Your snoot is full of poot | |
| And should be in a shoe? | |
| And then I said your stupid bed | |
| Is better off than you | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Huh, what's that, dear? Huh? | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Yes, eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| And he sees the threads of worn out treads | |
| And calls his color true and calls his color true | |
| And calls his color true and calls his color true | |
| And calls his color true and calls his color true | |
| And calls his color true and calls his color true |
| zuo ci : Residents | |
| Walter Westinghouse went to town | |
| He found a friend today | |
| His friend was peeling ceiling wax as | |
| He heard Walter say | |
| Love me tender, love me sweet | |
| Love me like I love my feet | |
| Sit me down with Ezra Pound | |
| But don' t forget to eat | |
| Or cause a country boy to cook | |
| A carrot or a cake | |
| But don' t forget the feelings | |
| Of a friend are hard to fake | |
| He lives a life of April leaves | |
| Respondent to the thought that | |
| Often things you caught or bought | |
| Were not the ones you sought | |
| Now his December is a sender | |
| Singing songs he knows | |
| But all the words are cheese and please | |
| And boy, I hope it snows | |
| He buys the bacon and the achin' | |
| In his heart is due | |
| To overcoats and Quaker Oats | |
| And if his wife should sue | |
| Wanda, Wanda where you went and | |
| Tell me what' d you take? | |
| I took the tongue of Philip Jung | |
| And left it in the lake | |
| But my dear I think I fear | |
| That you had lost your way | |
| ' Cause scrambled eggs, ' cause scrambled eggs | |
| Were all he' d let me bake | |
| He said, " Your trust is like a crust | |
| Too brittle and too thin" | |
| I said, nbsp? You' re full of nigger nuts | |
| And look like Rin Tin Tin? | |
| Is common ground not ever found | |
| But flees from dad to son | |
| Or is it just believing that the | |
| Evening steals the sun? | |
| I said, nbsp? Your snoot is full of poot | |
| And should be in a shoe? | |
| And then I said your stupid bed | |
| Is better off than you | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Huh, what' s that, dear? Huh? | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Yes, eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| And he sees the threads of worn out treads | |
| And calls his color true and calls his color true | |
| And calls his color true and calls his color true | |
| And calls his color true and calls his color true | |
| And calls his color true and calls his color true |
| zuò cí : Residents | |
| Walter Westinghouse went to town | |
| He found a friend today | |
| His friend was peeling ceiling wax as | |
| He heard Walter say | |
| Love me tender, love me sweet | |
| Love me like I love my feet | |
| Sit me down with Ezra Pound | |
| But don' t forget to eat | |
| Or cause a country boy to cook | |
| A carrot or a cake | |
| But don' t forget the feelings | |
| Of a friend are hard to fake | |
| He lives a life of April leaves | |
| Respondent to the thought that | |
| Often things you caught or bought | |
| Were not the ones you sought | |
| Now his December is a sender | |
| Singing songs he knows | |
| But all the words are cheese and please | |
| And boy, I hope it snows | |
| He buys the bacon and the achin' | |
| In his heart is due | |
| To overcoats and Quaker Oats | |
| And if his wife should sue | |
| Wanda, Wanda where you went and | |
| Tell me what' d you take? | |
| I took the tongue of Philip Jung | |
| And left it in the lake | |
| But my dear I think I fear | |
| That you had lost your way | |
| ' Cause scrambled eggs, ' cause scrambled eggs | |
| Were all he' d let me bake | |
| He said, " Your trust is like a crust | |
| Too brittle and too thin" | |
| I said, nbsp? You' re full of nigger nuts | |
| And look like Rin Tin Tin? | |
| Is common ground not ever found | |
| But flees from dad to son | |
| Or is it just believing that the | |
| Evening steals the sun? | |
| I said, nbsp? Your snoot is full of poot | |
| And should be in a shoe? | |
| And then I said your stupid bed | |
| Is better off than you | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Huh, what' s that, dear? Huh? | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Yes, eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| Eat exuding oinks upon | |
| And bleed decrepit broken bones | |
| At caustic spells of hell | |
| And he sees the threads of worn out treads | |
| And calls his color true and calls his color true | |
| And calls his color true and calls his color true | |
| And calls his color true and calls his color true | |
| And calls his color true and calls his color true |