| Song | Faded Jeans |
| Artist | Golden Earring |
| Album | Contraband |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hay, Kooymans | |
| Eatin' t.v.dinner, with the radio on | |
| Made me cough up this kinda song | |
| There's a guy singin' I'd die for you... | |
| And it sounds like he means business too | |
| Here's me thinkin' all through the meal | |
| Thank you for bein' so real and givin' me chills | |
| You're the prettiest girl in the world | |
| It's the best joke I ever heard | |
| Young forever - never never grow old together | |
| Gotta put on your blinkers - for a cakewalk in the sun | |
| Like a mission impossible - like Atilla the hun | |
| Tomorrow's got me hidin' away | |
| Yesterday's got me on the run | |
| And my jeans keep fadin', fadin' | |
| And my jeans keep fadin' | |
| Dunno where these guys do come from | |
| That say they'll kill and die for someone | |
| It's a fluke people, that makes me puke, yeah, yeah | |
| And I can't believe this is the truth | |
| Here's me tryin' to make up my mind | |
| One says love is hard to find | |
| Two says that it's blind | |
| You're the prettiest girl in the world | |
| It's the best joke I ever heard | |
| Young forever - never never grow old together | |
| Gotta put on your blinkers - for a cakewalk in the sun | |
| Like a mission impossible - like Atilla the hun | |
| Tomorrow's got me hidin' away | |
| Yesterday's got me on the run | |
| And my jeans keep fadin', fadin' | |
| And my jeans keep fadin' | |
| We're go out to yourself past, get yourself a pair of new blue jeans | |
| Into the washin' machine, six times bleech, bleech, bleech | |
| Mama's gonna grazy, see what you do | |
| These pairs are brandnew | |
| I'll say, send it with | |
| That's my jeans keep fadin', fadin' | |
| And my jeans keep fadin' |
| zuo ci : Hay, Kooymans | |
| Eatin' t. v. dinner, with the radio on | |
| Made me cough up this kinda song | |
| There' s a guy singin' I' d die for you... | |
| And it sounds like he means business too | |
| Here' s me thinkin' all through the meal | |
| Thank you for bein' so real and givin' me chills | |
| You' re the prettiest girl in the world | |
| It' s the best joke I ever heard | |
| Young forever never never grow old together | |
| Gotta put on your blinkers for a cakewalk in the sun | |
| Like a mission impossible like Atilla the hun | |
| Tomorrow' s got me hidin' away | |
| Yesterday' s got me on the run | |
| And my jeans keep fadin', fadin' | |
| And my jeans keep fadin' | |
| Dunno where these guys do come from | |
| That say they' ll kill and die for someone | |
| It' s a fluke people, that makes me puke, yeah, yeah | |
| And I can' t believe this is the truth | |
| Here' s me tryin' to make up my mind | |
| One says love is hard to find | |
| Two says that it' s blind | |
| You' re the prettiest girl in the world | |
| It' s the best joke I ever heard | |
| Young forever never never grow old together | |
| Gotta put on your blinkers for a cakewalk in the sun | |
| Like a mission impossible like Atilla the hun | |
| Tomorrow' s got me hidin' away | |
| Yesterday' s got me on the run | |
| And my jeans keep fadin', fadin' | |
| And my jeans keep fadin' | |
| We' re go out to yourself past, get yourself a pair of new blue jeans | |
| Into the washin' machine, six times bleech, bleech, bleech | |
| Mama' s gonna grazy, see what you do | |
| These pairs are brandnew | |
| I' ll say, send it with | |
| That' s my jeans keep fadin', fadin' | |
| And my jeans keep fadin' |
| zuò cí : Hay, Kooymans | |
| Eatin' t. v. dinner, with the radio on | |
| Made me cough up this kinda song | |
| There' s a guy singin' I' d die for you... | |
| And it sounds like he means business too | |
| Here' s me thinkin' all through the meal | |
| Thank you for bein' so real and givin' me chills | |
| You' re the prettiest girl in the world | |
| It' s the best joke I ever heard | |
| Young forever never never grow old together | |
| Gotta put on your blinkers for a cakewalk in the sun | |
| Like a mission impossible like Atilla the hun | |
| Tomorrow' s got me hidin' away | |
| Yesterday' s got me on the run | |
| And my jeans keep fadin', fadin' | |
| And my jeans keep fadin' | |
| Dunno where these guys do come from | |
| That say they' ll kill and die for someone | |
| It' s a fluke people, that makes me puke, yeah, yeah | |
| And I can' t believe this is the truth | |
| Here' s me tryin' to make up my mind | |
| One says love is hard to find | |
| Two says that it' s blind | |
| You' re the prettiest girl in the world | |
| It' s the best joke I ever heard | |
| Young forever never never grow old together | |
| Gotta put on your blinkers for a cakewalk in the sun | |
| Like a mission impossible like Atilla the hun | |
| Tomorrow' s got me hidin' away | |
| Yesterday' s got me on the run | |
| And my jeans keep fadin', fadin' | |
| And my jeans keep fadin' | |
| We' re go out to yourself past, get yourself a pair of new blue jeans | |
| Into the washin' machine, six times bleech, bleech, bleech | |
| Mama' s gonna grazy, see what you do | |
| These pairs are brandnew | |
| I' ll say, send it with | |
| That' s my jeans keep fadin', fadin' | |
| And my jeans keep fadin' |