Song | The Short Answer |
Artist | Billy Bragg |
Album | Workers Playtime |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bragg | |
Between marx and marzipan in the dictionary there was mary | |
Between the deep blue sea and the devil that was me | |
If ever anyone could help me with my obsession with | |
The young suzannah york | |
It was mary | |
In my pink pyjamas she asked me for something | |
I gave her the short answer | |
She read our stars out loud | |
And i knew then that we should have gone sailing | |
But we stayed home instead | |
Fighting on the waterbed | |
Like the honeymoon couple on drugs | |
Me and mary | |
What happened in the past | |
Remained a mystery of natural history | |
She should have been the last | |
But she was just the latest | |
If she wanted to be a farmer's wife | |
I would endure that muddy life | |
I would dig for victory | |
And the sound of happy couples | |
Coupling happily in the dark | |
While you and i sat down to tea | |
I remember you said to me | |
That no amount of poetry | |
Would mend this broken heart | |
But you can put the hoover round | |
If you want to make a start | |
All my friends from school | |
Introduce me to their spouses | |
While i'm left standing here | |
With my hands down the front of my trousers | |
I just don't know what's to be done | |
I wonder sometimes how did dad meet mum | |
And how did they conceive of me | |
Tell my mary | |
The boys who came to the shop | |
Always made her laugh much more than i did | |
When i told her this must stop | |
She didn't bat an eyelid | |
She said you know honey it's such a shame | |
You'll never be any good at this game | |
You bruise too easily | |
So said mary | |
Her two brothers took me out | |
Of circulation for the duration | |
So we went our separate ways but does she still love me | |
She still has my door key | |
Like a bully boy in a benetton shop | |
You're never happy with what you've got | |
Till what you've got is gone | |
Sorry mary |
zuo ci : Bragg | |
Between marx and marzipan in the dictionary there was mary | |
Between the deep blue sea and the devil that was me | |
If ever anyone could help me with my obsession with | |
The young suzannah york | |
It was mary | |
In my pink pyjamas she asked me for something | |
I gave her the short answer | |
She read our stars out loud | |
And i knew then that we should have gone sailing | |
But we stayed home instead | |
Fighting on the waterbed | |
Like the honeymoon couple on drugs | |
Me and mary | |
What happened in the past | |
Remained a mystery of natural history | |
She should have been the last | |
But she was just the latest | |
If she wanted to be a farmer' s wife | |
I would endure that muddy life | |
I would dig for victory | |
And the sound of happy couples | |
Coupling happily in the dark | |
While you and i sat down to tea | |
I remember you said to me | |
That no amount of poetry | |
Would mend this broken heart | |
But you can put the hoover round | |
If you want to make a start | |
All my friends from school | |
Introduce me to their spouses | |
While i' m left standing here | |
With my hands down the front of my trousers | |
I just don' t know what' s to be done | |
I wonder sometimes how did dad meet mum | |
And how did they conceive of me | |
Tell my mary | |
The boys who came to the shop | |
Always made her laugh much more than i did | |
When i told her this must stop | |
She didn' t bat an eyelid | |
She said you know honey it' s such a shame | |
You' ll never be any good at this game | |
You bruise too easily | |
So said mary | |
Her two brothers took me out | |
Of circulation for the duration | |
So we went our separate ways but does she still love me | |
She still has my door key | |
Like a bully boy in a benetton shop | |
You' re never happy with what you' ve got | |
Till what you' ve got is gone | |
Sorry mary |
zuò cí : Bragg | |
Between marx and marzipan in the dictionary there was mary | |
Between the deep blue sea and the devil that was me | |
If ever anyone could help me with my obsession with | |
The young suzannah york | |
It was mary | |
In my pink pyjamas she asked me for something | |
I gave her the short answer | |
She read our stars out loud | |
And i knew then that we should have gone sailing | |
But we stayed home instead | |
Fighting on the waterbed | |
Like the honeymoon couple on drugs | |
Me and mary | |
What happened in the past | |
Remained a mystery of natural history | |
She should have been the last | |
But she was just the latest | |
If she wanted to be a farmer' s wife | |
I would endure that muddy life | |
I would dig for victory | |
And the sound of happy couples | |
Coupling happily in the dark | |
While you and i sat down to tea | |
I remember you said to me | |
That no amount of poetry | |
Would mend this broken heart | |
But you can put the hoover round | |
If you want to make a start | |
All my friends from school | |
Introduce me to their spouses | |
While i' m left standing here | |
With my hands down the front of my trousers | |
I just don' t know what' s to be done | |
I wonder sometimes how did dad meet mum | |
And how did they conceive of me | |
Tell my mary | |
The boys who came to the shop | |
Always made her laugh much more than i did | |
When i told her this must stop | |
She didn' t bat an eyelid | |
She said you know honey it' s such a shame | |
You' ll never be any good at this game | |
You bruise too easily | |
So said mary | |
Her two brothers took me out | |
Of circulation for the duration | |
So we went our separate ways but does she still love me | |
She still has my door key | |
Like a bully boy in a benetton shop | |
You' re never happy with what you' ve got | |
Till what you' ve got is gone | |
Sorry mary |