Song | Where Were You, Baby? |
Artist | Don McLean |
Album | Solo |
作曲 : White | |
I looked through every barroom | |
And I searched from coast to coast | |
You were scarce as low-cost housing | |
Baby when I needed you most | |
And where were you baby, when my heart went out? | |
You left me ba by, in all this darkness and doubt | |
Now I peeked through fancy boudoirs | |
And I peeked through window grates | |
I only saw Republicans, romancing Southern states | |
And where were you baby, when my heart went out? | |
You left me ba by, in all this darkness and doubt | |
Now I tried to replace you with a streetwalker named Desire | |
But prices up so high, hell I couldn't afford to try her | |
It takes you my baby, baby, baby â" to put my body out | |
You left me baby, in all this darkness and doubt | |
But tonight I think I'm gonna take some good advice | |
I'm gonna look around and find somebody that's a really nice | |
Well perhaps a banker's daughter and if her Papa's a cuss | |
Well I hope to do to her what her Papa does to us | |
And we'll have fancy shack and a fancy Cadillac | |
And she'll be studying to be, a nymphomaniac | |
And we'll have a little rye and we'll play a little gin | |
We'll have another rye and we'll play another gin | |
And then we'll have another rye just to get a little glow | |
Have another rye just to make the conversation flow | |
And then we'll have another rye and we'll play a little gin | |
We'll have another rye and we'll tune some music in | |
And then we'll have another gin.... and we'll play a little rye... | |
And we'll suddenly realize that we're getting kind of high | |
And so we'll turn the lights down low...... to keep the bulbs from getting hot | |
And we'll play a little game called .. "Yes?"...."No!" ... | |
Why not? | |
But tonight I think I'm gonna find me something swell | |
So I can wake up in the morning... miserable as hell | |
Now when butter costs a dollar, bread costs more than cake | |
Come back soon cause, babe, think of what a gal like you could make | |
Yes come back baby, baby, baby â" don't ever say that we're through | |
Cos this time, pretty baby.. I'd like to walk right out on you! |
zuò qǔ : White | |
I looked through every barroom | |
And I searched from coast to coast | |
You were scarce as lowcost housing | |
Baby when I needed you most | |
And where were you baby, when my heart went out? | |
You left me ba by, in all this darkness and doubt | |
Now I peeked through fancy boudoirs | |
And I peeked through window grates | |
I only saw Republicans, romancing Southern states | |
And where were you baby, when my heart went out? | |
You left me ba by, in all this darkness and doubt | |
Now I tried to replace you with a streetwalker named Desire | |
But prices up so high, hell I couldn' t afford to try her | |
It takes you my baby, baby, baby acirc quot to put my body out | |
You left me baby, in all this darkness and doubt | |
But tonight I think I' m gonna take some good advice | |
I' m gonna look around and find somebody that' s a really nice | |
Well perhaps a banker' s daughter and if her Papa' s a cuss | |
Well I hope to do to her what her Papa does to us | |
And we' ll have fancy shack and a fancy Cadillac | |
And she' ll be studying to be, a nymphomaniac | |
And we' ll have a little rye and we' ll play a little gin | |
We' ll have another rye and we' ll play another gin | |
And then we' ll have another rye just to get a little glow | |
Have another rye just to make the conversation flow | |
And then we' ll have another rye and we' ll play a little gin | |
We' ll have another rye and we' ll tune some music in | |
And then we' ll have another gin.... and we' ll play a little rye... | |
And we' ll suddenly realize that we' re getting kind of high | |
And so we' ll turn the lights down low...... to keep the bulbs from getting hot | |
And we' ll play a little game called .. quot Yes? quot.... quot No! quot ... | |
Why not? | |
But tonight I think I' m gonna find me something swell | |
So I can wake up in the morning... miserable as hell | |
Now when butter costs a dollar, bread costs more than cake | |
Come back soon cause, babe, think of what a gal like you could make | |
Yes come back baby, baby, baby acirc quot don' t ever say that we' re through | |
Cos this time, pretty baby.. I' d like to walk right out on you! |