Song | Vendelay |
Artist | The Ark |
Album | In Lust We Trust |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Salo | |
Well it's been half a year | |
Since my ball was properly stocked | |
And relations on whole | |
Hasn't quite been "oh so clock!" | |
But though you're not the key | |
To this emotional lock | |
That still doesn't change | |
The value of your stocks | |
Now I hear that people | |
Talking garbage about you | |
And as goes with such things | |
The most of it ain't true | |
So I write this song just to say to you | |
I believe in you, - I do, Vendelay | |
Well, the word's on the street | |
That your ball gets properly stocked | |
And by word you consider it being | |
"Oh so clock!" | |
Well now I'm not your spokesman | |
But still a man of words | |
And no matter how untrue | |
I know garbage always hurts | |
I don't know nowadays | |
What it takes to get bewitched | |
For a person like me | |
Who's just starving to get ditched | |
Let's just hope that our ropes | |
Ain't so firmly fixed | |
And if you'd ask me I'd say: | |
- Nix, Vendelay | |
I know that life is very bad | |
When you're picking up the pieces | |
Of what you had | |
And people say: | |
I want you, I want you, I want you! | |
Yeah, they want you all right | |
- But just for a while | |
But hang on in there | |
And you'll pull it through | |
'Cause I believe in you, I do | |
And there's a reason why I do, Vendelay |
zuo qu : Salo | |
Well it' s been half a year | |
Since my ball was properly stocked | |
And relations on whole | |
Hasn' t quite been " oh so clock!" | |
But though you' re not the key | |
To this emotional lock | |
That still doesn' t change | |
The value of your stocks | |
Now I hear that people | |
Talking garbage about you | |
And as goes with such things | |
The most of it ain' t true | |
So I write this song just to say to you | |
I believe in you, I do, Vendelay | |
Well, the word' s on the street | |
That your ball gets properly stocked | |
And by word you consider it being | |
" Oh so clock!" | |
Well now I' m not your spokesman | |
But still a man of words | |
And no matter how untrue | |
I know garbage always hurts | |
I don' t know nowadays | |
What it takes to get bewitched | |
For a person like me | |
Who' s just starving to get ditched | |
Let' s just hope that our ropes | |
Ain' t so firmly fixed | |
And if you' d ask me I' d say: | |
Nix, Vendelay | |
I know that life is very bad | |
When you' re picking up the pieces | |
Of what you had | |
And people say: | |
I want you, I want you, I want you! | |
Yeah, they want you all right | |
But just for a while | |
But hang on in there | |
And you' ll pull it through | |
' Cause I believe in you, I do | |
And there' s a reason why I do, Vendelay |
zuò qǔ : Salo | |
Well it' s been half a year | |
Since my ball was properly stocked | |
And relations on whole | |
Hasn' t quite been " oh so clock!" | |
But though you' re not the key | |
To this emotional lock | |
That still doesn' t change | |
The value of your stocks | |
Now I hear that people | |
Talking garbage about you | |
And as goes with such things | |
The most of it ain' t true | |
So I write this song just to say to you | |
I believe in you, I do, Vendelay | |
Well, the word' s on the street | |
That your ball gets properly stocked | |
And by word you consider it being | |
" Oh so clock!" | |
Well now I' m not your spokesman | |
But still a man of words | |
And no matter how untrue | |
I know garbage always hurts | |
I don' t know nowadays | |
What it takes to get bewitched | |
For a person like me | |
Who' s just starving to get ditched | |
Let' s just hope that our ropes | |
Ain' t so firmly fixed | |
And if you' d ask me I' d say: | |
Nix, Vendelay | |
I know that life is very bad | |
When you' re picking up the pieces | |
Of what you had | |
And people say: | |
I want you, I want you, I want you! | |
Yeah, they want you all right | |
But just for a while | |
But hang on in there | |
And you' ll pull it through | |
' Cause I believe in you, I do | |
And there' s a reason why I do, Vendelay |