| 作词 : UB Forty | |
| Lyrics:Ub40 Music:Ub40 | |
| He used to think that it was neat | |
| When he hung out on the street | |
| Now that it's his daily beat, he's not so sure | |
| Cause he's come to depend | |
| On a street with a dead end | |
| And he'll sell you his best friend, so he can score | |
| Chorus | |
| Boys and girls come out to play | |
| The junk mans on the streets to say | |
| He'll make your dreams feel real today | |
| And steal your minds tomorrow | |
| Now his thoughts don't seem so clear | |
| His whole life is filled with fear | |
| His habit cost him dear in every way | |
| His girl can't take the heat | |
| But his friends all cross the street | |
| Still the needle keeps him sweet | |
| If he can pay for one more day | |
| His bones have got no meat | |
| He's unsteady on his feet | |
| And he doesn't get to eat, not every day | |
| What started out for kicks | |
| Has become a daily fix | |
| And his girlfriend's turning tricks to pay his way | |
| Chorus | |
| Boys and girls come out to play | |
| The junk man's on the streets to say | |
| He'll make your dreams feel real today | |
| And steal your minds tomorrow |
| zuo ci : UB Forty | |
| Lyrics: Ub40 Music: Ub40 | |
| He used to think that it was neat | |
| When he hung out on the street | |
| Now that it' s his daily beat, he' s not so sure | |
| Cause he' s come to depend | |
| On a street with a dead end | |
| And he' ll sell you his best friend, so he can score | |
| Chorus | |
| Boys and girls come out to play | |
| The junk mans on the streets to say | |
| He' ll make your dreams feel real today | |
| And steal your minds tomorrow | |
| Now his thoughts don' t seem so clear | |
| His whole life is filled with fear | |
| His habit cost him dear in every way | |
| His girl can' t take the heat | |
| But his friends all cross the street | |
| Still the needle keeps him sweet | |
| If he can pay for one more day | |
| His bones have got no meat | |
| He' s unsteady on his feet | |
| And he doesn' t get to eat, not every day | |
| What started out for kicks | |
| Has become a daily fix | |
| And his girlfriend' s turning tricks to pay his way | |
| Chorus | |
| Boys and girls come out to play | |
| The junk man' s on the streets to say | |
| He' ll make your dreams feel real today | |
| And steal your minds tomorrow |
| zuò cí : UB Forty | |
| Lyrics: Ub40 Music: Ub40 | |
| He used to think that it was neat | |
| When he hung out on the street | |
| Now that it' s his daily beat, he' s not so sure | |
| Cause he' s come to depend | |
| On a street with a dead end | |
| And he' ll sell you his best friend, so he can score | |
| Chorus | |
| Boys and girls come out to play | |
| The junk mans on the streets to say | |
| He' ll make your dreams feel real today | |
| And steal your minds tomorrow | |
| Now his thoughts don' t seem so clear | |
| His whole life is filled with fear | |
| His habit cost him dear in every way | |
| His girl can' t take the heat | |
| But his friends all cross the street | |
| Still the needle keeps him sweet | |
| If he can pay for one more day | |
| His bones have got no meat | |
| He' s unsteady on his feet | |
| And he doesn' t get to eat, not every day | |
| What started out for kicks | |
| Has become a daily fix | |
| And his girlfriend' s turning tricks to pay his way | |
| Chorus | |
| Boys and girls come out to play | |
| The junk man' s on the streets to say | |
| He' ll make your dreams feel real today | |
| And steal your minds tomorrow |