Song | Minty Fresh |
Artist | Momus |
Album | Stars Forever |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Momus | |
When that I was but a little tiny boy | |
With a heigh ho the wind and the rain | |
Minty Fresh was my only joy | |
For the rain it rained every day | |
Papas Fritas, The Cardigans, Komeda | |
The Legendary Jim Ruiz Group | |
Anthony and Jim gave me hours of pleasure | |
With their record label Minty Fresh | |
A mortal dare not look upon | |
The creatures of the night | |
The goblin foul, the horned toad | |
The vicious little sprite | |
Ariel is the name I bear | |
On the bat black night I fly | |
I'll have music wherever I go | |
Till Phoebus 'gins a rise | |
The gods, my friends, smile down on us | |
The wheel of fortune turns | |
We shall be spared the plague and the clap | |
When the fire of London burns | |
We see the skull beneath the skin | |
The eldritch empty eyes | |
And if we let the music stop | |
We'd soon be paralysed | |
But with bells on our fingers | |
And bells on our toes | |
We'll ring a tune when we mop and mow | |
Heigh ho the wind and the rain | |
Let us play these disks again and again | |
The Sugarplastic, Melony | |
Doctor Kosmos, Veruca Salt | |
The Orange Peels, Kahimi Karie | |
The Aluminum Group and all | |
We fear the monsters of the night | |
The hump-backed whale, the Caliban brute | |
We stand in awe where they stand tall | |
The flibbertigibbet and the rawhead spook | |
When I was but a little tiny boy | |
Green grow the rushes o | |
Where the bee sucked there sucked I | |
In a parsnip's bell I'd lie | |
Ring in the summer, boys, bring in the wheat | |
Let us laugh in the face of death | |
We'll dance and feast all night tonight | |
To the sounds of Minty Fresh |
zuo ci : Momus | |
When that I was but a little tiny boy | |
With a heigh ho the wind and the rain | |
Minty Fresh was my only joy | |
For the rain it rained every day | |
Papas Fritas, The Cardigans, Komeda | |
The Legendary Jim Ruiz Group | |
Anthony and Jim gave me hours of pleasure | |
With their record label Minty Fresh | |
A mortal dare not look upon | |
The creatures of the night | |
The goblin foul, the horned toad | |
The vicious little sprite | |
Ariel is the name I bear | |
On the bat black night I fly | |
I' ll have music wherever I go | |
Till Phoebus ' gins a rise | |
The gods, my friends, smile down on us | |
The wheel of fortune turns | |
We shall be spared the plague and the clap | |
When the fire of London burns | |
We see the skull beneath the skin | |
The eldritch empty eyes | |
And if we let the music stop | |
We' d soon be paralysed | |
But with bells on our fingers | |
And bells on our toes | |
We' ll ring a tune when we mop and mow | |
Heigh ho the wind and the rain | |
Let us play these disks again and again | |
The Sugarplastic, Melony | |
Doctor Kosmos, Veruca Salt | |
The Orange Peels, Kahimi Karie | |
The Aluminum Group and all | |
We fear the monsters of the night | |
The humpbacked whale, the Caliban brute | |
We stand in awe where they stand tall | |
The flibbertigibbet and the rawhead spook | |
When I was but a little tiny boy | |
Green grow the rushes o | |
Where the bee sucked there sucked I | |
In a parsnip' s bell I' d lie | |
Ring in the summer, boys, bring in the wheat | |
Let us laugh in the face of death | |
We' ll dance and feast all night tonight | |
To the sounds of Minty Fresh |
zuò cí : Momus | |
When that I was but a little tiny boy | |
With a heigh ho the wind and the rain | |
Minty Fresh was my only joy | |
For the rain it rained every day | |
Papas Fritas, The Cardigans, Komeda | |
The Legendary Jim Ruiz Group | |
Anthony and Jim gave me hours of pleasure | |
With their record label Minty Fresh | |
A mortal dare not look upon | |
The creatures of the night | |
The goblin foul, the horned toad | |
The vicious little sprite | |
Ariel is the name I bear | |
On the bat black night I fly | |
I' ll have music wherever I go | |
Till Phoebus ' gins a rise | |
The gods, my friends, smile down on us | |
The wheel of fortune turns | |
We shall be spared the plague and the clap | |
When the fire of London burns | |
We see the skull beneath the skin | |
The eldritch empty eyes | |
And if we let the music stop | |
We' d soon be paralysed | |
But with bells on our fingers | |
And bells on our toes | |
We' ll ring a tune when we mop and mow | |
Heigh ho the wind and the rain | |
Let us play these disks again and again | |
The Sugarplastic, Melony | |
Doctor Kosmos, Veruca Salt | |
The Orange Peels, Kahimi Karie | |
The Aluminum Group and all | |
We fear the monsters of the night | |
The humpbacked whale, the Caliban brute | |
We stand in awe where they stand tall | |
The flibbertigibbet and the rawhead spook | |
When I was but a little tiny boy | |
Green grow the rushes o | |
Where the bee sucked there sucked I | |
In a parsnip' s bell I' d lie | |
Ring in the summer, boys, bring in the wheat | |
Let us laugh in the face of death | |
We' ll dance and feast all night tonight | |
To the sounds of Minty Fresh |