Song | Cully Surroga He's Almost Blind |
Artist | Dory Previn |
Album | Mary C. Brown And The Hollywood Sign |
作曲 : Previn | |
Cully surroga he's almost blind | |
One day his eyes just went dim | |
How could such a terrible think occur | |
When his mother took such care of him? | |
She cherished him | |
She nourished him | |
She praised him to the skies | |
She polished his mind and his body | |
So he would be both strong and wise | |
She saw to it he had a bicycle | |
To develop his arms and legs | |
She read him thoreau and theosophy | |
She fed him organic eggs | |
She saw to it he took his vitamin pills | |
Five one-a-days every day | |
He choked every time he swallowed them | |
But she never heard | |
Him say one word | |
But hey mom that's okay okay o | |
Hey mom that's okay okay o | |
Hey mom that's okay okay o | |
Hey mom hey mom hey mom that's okay | |
She made him take up yoga | |
For the strength and the meditation | |
She saw to it he ate greens and beads | |
For good elimination | |
He happened to hate those beans and greens | |
But she never never never never heard | |
Him say not one damn word against them | |
But hey mom that's okay | |
One day she got this notion | |
If he stared direct at the sun | |
He'd get his energy right from the source | |
It would shoot through his brain like a gun | |
Like a gun | |
And universal light she cried | |
Will penetrate your cells | |
And it will ring throughout your body | |
Just like metaphysical bells | |
And you'll be better built | |
And you'll be better read | |
And you'll be better able to run | |
And then in the little league | |
And then in the basketball | |
You'll be the graduate number one | |
Mother's son | |
You'll be the graduate number one | |
Mother's son | |
Well he stared at the sun dear mother | |
He stared every day for an hour | |
Till the sphere began to fade | |
And the light lost most of its power | |
And the day went dim | |
Dear god dear mother | |
And the sweet sun slipped away | |
And there ain't no sun no more no more | |
There's just a ball of grey | |
He wrote that for some reason | |
Whatever | |
He can't recall | |
Dear mom he wrote | |
There ain't no sun | |
He wrote it on a men's room wall | |
No more sun he wrote | |
No more shine he wrote | |
Just a ball of grey | |
Other than that mom i'm doin' fine | |
I take my vitamins five a day | |
I hang out in bookstores like i should | |
I meet some well read girls that way | |
My elimination is very good | |
So there's nothin' more to say to say | |
But hey mom that's okay okay o | |
Hey mom that's okay okay o | |
Hey mom that's okay okay o | |
Hey mom hey mom hey mom that's okay |
zuò qǔ : Previn | |
Cully surroga he' s almost blind | |
One day his eyes just went dim | |
How could such a terrible think occur | |
When his mother took such care of him? | |
She cherished him | |
She nourished him | |
She praised him to the skies | |
She polished his mind and his body | |
So he would be both strong and wise | |
She saw to it he had a bicycle | |
To develop his arms and legs | |
She read him thoreau and theosophy | |
She fed him organic eggs | |
She saw to it he took his vitamin pills | |
Five oneadays every day | |
He choked every time he swallowed them | |
But she never heard | |
Him say one word | |
But hey mom that' s okay okay o | |
Hey mom that' s okay okay o | |
Hey mom that' s okay okay o | |
Hey mom hey mom hey mom that' s okay | |
She made him take up yoga | |
For the strength and the meditation | |
She saw to it he ate greens and beads | |
For good elimination | |
He happened to hate those beans and greens | |
But she never never never never heard | |
Him say not one damn word against them | |
But hey mom that' s okay | |
One day she got this notion | |
If he stared direct at the sun | |
He' d get his energy right from the source | |
It would shoot through his brain like a gun | |
Like a gun | |
And universal light she cried | |
Will penetrate your cells | |
And it will ring throughout your body | |
Just like metaphysical bells | |
And you' ll be better built | |
And you' ll be better read | |
And you' ll be better able to run | |
And then in the little league | |
And then in the basketball | |
You' ll be the graduate number one | |
Mother' s son | |
You' ll be the graduate number one | |
Mother' s son | |
Well he stared at the sun dear mother | |
He stared every day for an hour | |
Till the sphere began to fade | |
And the light lost most of its power | |
And the day went dim | |
Dear god dear mother | |
And the sweet sun slipped away | |
And there ain' t no sun no more no more | |
There' s just a ball of grey | |
He wrote that for some reason | |
Whatever | |
He can' t recall | |
Dear mom he wrote | |
There ain' t no sun | |
He wrote it on a men' s room wall | |
No more sun he wrote | |
No more shine he wrote | |
Just a ball of grey | |
Other than that mom i' m doin' fine | |
I take my vitamins five a day | |
I hang out in bookstores like i should | |
I meet some well read girls that way | |
My elimination is very good | |
So there' s nothin' more to say to say | |
But hey mom that' s okay okay o | |
Hey mom that' s okay okay o | |
Hey mom that' s okay okay o | |
Hey mom hey mom hey mom that' s okay |