| Song | Ethylene |
| Artist | John Hiatt |
| Album | Walk On |
| 作词 : Hiatt | |
| I'm sitting on the toilet | |
| With my sunglasses on | |
| Wondering what you are up to | |
| This hotel's got bathroom telephones | |
| But i don't want to interrupt you | |
| You might be painting your nails | |
| With your hot curlers on | |
| Each one a different color | |
| Or listening to that beach boys sailing song | |
| Sloop john b or another | |
| Chorus: | |
| Ethylene, my ethylene | |
| My love for you is just obscene | |
| My deer you dress | |
| My fish you clean | |
| But you are nowhere to be seen | |
| My ethylene | |
| Well you could bag your limit | |
| With a bow and arrow | |
| Yeah you could skin a cougar in the dark | |
| Well i thought we were walking | |
| Down the straight and narrow | |
| How'd we ever drift so far apart | |
| I took my eighteen wheels | |
| On this road to nowhere | |
| And you disappeared right up in the hills | |
| Like smoke up a chimney | |
| Girl, i go there | |
| Yeah in my dreams i visit you still | |
| Chorus | |
| Now some men will drive | |
| To the edges of nothing | |
| So they can take a peak at the great abyss | |
| Some men avoid love | |
| Like it was a plague or something | |
| So they can leave the seat down | |
| When they piss | |
| I miss that crocheted thing | |
| You kept on the kleenex box | |
| I miss my feet | |
| On your cold linoleum floor | |
| Sippin hot coffee | |
| After makin love till daybreak | |
| Well ethylene a fool would ask for more | |
| Chorus twice | |
| My ethylene, my ethylene, my ethylene |
| zuò cí : Hiatt | |
| I' m sitting on the toilet | |
| With my sunglasses on | |
| Wondering what you are up to | |
| This hotel' s got bathroom telephones | |
| But i don' t want to interrupt you | |
| You might be painting your nails | |
| With your hot curlers on | |
| Each one a different color | |
| Or listening to that beach boys sailing song | |
| Sloop john b or another | |
| Chorus: | |
| Ethylene, my ethylene | |
| My love for you is just obscene | |
| My deer you dress | |
| My fish you clean | |
| But you are nowhere to be seen | |
| My ethylene | |
| Well you could bag your limit | |
| With a bow and arrow | |
| Yeah you could skin a cougar in the dark | |
| Well i thought we were walking | |
| Down the straight and narrow | |
| How' d we ever drift so far apart | |
| I took my eighteen wheels | |
| On this road to nowhere | |
| And you disappeared right up in the hills | |
| Like smoke up a chimney | |
| Girl, i go there | |
| Yeah in my dreams i visit you still | |
| Chorus | |
| Now some men will drive | |
| To the edges of nothing | |
| So they can take a peak at the great abyss | |
| Some men avoid love | |
| Like it was a plague or something | |
| So they can leave the seat down | |
| When they piss | |
| I miss that crocheted thing | |
| You kept on the kleenex box | |
| I miss my feet | |
| On your cold linoleum floor | |
| Sippin hot coffee | |
| After makin love till daybreak | |
| Well ethylene a fool would ask for more | |
| Chorus twice | |
| My ethylene, my ethylene, my ethylene |