Song | The Diary of Horace Wimp |
Artist | Electric Light Orchestra |
Album | All Over the World |
作曲 : Lynne | |
Monday (Monday) | |
Late again today, | |
He'd be in trouble, though he'd say he was sorry. | |
He'd have to hurry out - to the bus. | |
Tuesday (Tuesday) | |
Horace was so sad, | |
He'd never had a girl that he could care for. | |
And if he was late once more, | |
He'd be out - uh-oh. | |
Don't be afraid, just knock on the door. | |
Well, he just stood there mumblin' a-fumblin', | |
Then a voice from above | |
Said, "Horace Wimp, this is your life, | |
Go out and find yourself a wife | |
(Come on, Horace), | |
Make a stand and be a man, | |
And you will have a great life planned!" | |
(You can do it. | |
Come on, Horace.) | |
Wednesday | |
Horace met the girl. | |
She was small and she was very pretty. | |
He thought he was in love, | |
he was afraid - uh oh. | |
Thursday | |
Asked her for a date, | |
The café down the street, tomorrow evening. | |
His head was reeling | |
When she said, "Yes, ok." | |
Don't be afraid, just knock on the door. | |
Well, he just stood there mumblin' a-fumblin', | |
Then a voice from above | |
Said, "Horace Wimp, this is your life, | |
Go out and find yourself a wife | |
(Come on, Horace), | |
Make a stand and be a man, | |
And you will have a great life planned!" | |
(You can do it. | |
Come on, Horace.) | |
Friday | |
Horace, this is it! | |
He asks the girl if maybe they could marry. | |
When she says "Gladly," | |
Horace cries - boo hoo. | |
Sunday | |
Everybody's at the church | |
When Horace rushes in | |
And says, "Now here comes my wife, | |
For the rest of my life," | |
And she did. | |
Don't be afraid, just knock on the door. | |
Well, he just stood there mumblin' a-fumblin', | |
Then a voice from above | |
Said, "Horace Wimp, this is your wife, | |
Go out and find yourself a life | |
(Come on, Horace), | |
Make a stand and be a man, | |
And you will have a great life planned!" | |
(Horace Wimp.) | |
Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace, | |
Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace. | |
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday, | |
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday, | |
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday, | |
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday, | |
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday, | |
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday | |
(Horace Wimp, Horace Wimp, Horace Wimp, Horace Wimp)... |
zuò qǔ : Lynne | |
Monday Monday | |
Late again today, | |
He' d be in trouble, though he' d say he was sorry. | |
He' d have to hurry out to the bus. | |
Tuesday Tuesday | |
Horace was so sad, | |
He' d never had a girl that he could care for. | |
And if he was late once more, | |
He' d be out uhoh. | |
Don' t be afraid, just knock on the door. | |
Well, he just stood there mumblin' afumblin', | |
Then a voice from above | |
Said, " Horace Wimp, this is your life, | |
Go out and find yourself a wife | |
Come on, Horace, | |
Make a stand and be a man, | |
And you will have a great life planned!" | |
You can do it. | |
Come on, Horace. | |
Wednesday | |
Horace met the girl. | |
She was small and she was very pretty. | |
He thought he was in love, | |
he was afraid uh oh. | |
Thursday | |
Asked her for a date, | |
The café down the street, tomorrow evening. | |
His head was reeling | |
When she said, " Yes, ok." | |
Don' t be afraid, just knock on the door. | |
Well, he just stood there mumblin' afumblin', | |
Then a voice from above | |
Said, " Horace Wimp, this is your life, | |
Go out and find yourself a wife | |
Come on, Horace, | |
Make a stand and be a man, | |
And you will have a great life planned!" | |
You can do it. | |
Come on, Horace. | |
Friday | |
Horace, this is it! | |
He asks the girl if maybe they could marry. | |
When she says " Gladly," | |
Horace cries boo hoo. | |
Sunday | |
Everybody' s at the church | |
When Horace rushes in | |
And says, " Now here comes my wife, | |
For the rest of my life," | |
And she did. | |
Don' t be afraid, just knock on the door. | |
Well, he just stood there mumblin' afumblin', | |
Then a voice from above | |
Said, " Horace Wimp, this is your wife, | |
Go out and find yourself a life | |
Come on, Horace, | |
Make a stand and be a man, | |
And you will have a great life planned!" | |
Horace Wimp. | |
Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace, | |
Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace. | |
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday, | |
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday, | |
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday, | |
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday, | |
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday, | |
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday | |
Horace Wimp, Horace Wimp, Horace Wimp, Horace Wimp... |