| Song | Stacie Anne |
| Artist | The Fratellis |
| Album | Flathead - EP |
| 作曲 : John Lawler & Gordon McRory & Barry Wallace | |
| How can the things she said all possibly be true? | |
| That everything | |
| I ever got | |
| I give to you | |
| Is this a bam up? | |
| Oh cause this is sick you know | |
| You know I’ll break your fingers then | |
| I’ll break your toes | |
| Y’know my dealer takes me everywhere he goes | |
| He got a pure white tan | |
| Yes he’s my every man | |
| Don’t make me sink my teeth into your bloody nose | |
| I met her, there on the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh | |
| On the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh | |
| On the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh Oh oh oh | |
| He said you’ve been stealing my best moves now for days | |
| I could’ve killed you in so many different ways | |
| But you’re so funny and | |
| I kinda like your band | |
| I hate these cunts from | |
| London they don’t try enough | |
| They think they’re mental cause they’ve tried harder stuff | |
| But they’re just rich kids yes, all in a fuckin mess | |
| I tried to kiss her but she’s lookin pretty rough | |
| I met her, there on the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh | |
| On the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh | |
| On the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh Oh oh oh | |
| Oh my dearest won't you let us | |
| Be my nearest don’t forget us | |
| Lye, la, la, lye | |
| Ella said you’d gladly give us | |
| Everything but wont forgive us | |
| Lye, la, la, lye | |
| La, la, lye | |
| La, la, lye | |
| I met her, there on the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh | |
| On the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh | |
| On the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh There on the backseat | |
| I met her, there on the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh | |
| On the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh | |
| On the backseat |
| zuò qǔ : John Lawler Gordon McRory Barry Wallace | |
| How can the things she said all possibly be true? | |
| That everything | |
| I ever got | |
| I give to you | |
| Is this a bam up? | |
| Oh cause this is sick you know | |
| You know I' ll break your fingers then | |
| I' ll break your toes | |
| Y' know my dealer takes me everywhere he goes | |
| He got a pure white tan | |
| Yes he' s my every man | |
| Don' t make me sink my teeth into your bloody nose | |
| I met her, there on the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh | |
| On the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh | |
| On the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh Oh oh oh | |
| He said you' ve been stealing my best moves now for days | |
| I could' ve killed you in so many different ways | |
| But you' re so funny and | |
| I kinda like your band | |
| I hate these cunts from | |
| London they don' t try enough | |
| They think they' re mental cause they' ve tried harder stuff | |
| But they' re just rich kids yes, all in a fuckin mess | |
| I tried to kiss her but she' s lookin pretty rough | |
| I met her, there on the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh | |
| On the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh | |
| On the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh Oh oh oh | |
| Oh my dearest won' t you let us | |
| Be my nearest don' t forget us | |
| Lye, la, la, lye | |
| Ella said you' d gladly give us | |
| Everything but wont forgive us | |
| Lye, la, la, lye | |
| La, la, lye | |
| La, la, lye | |
| I met her, there on the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh | |
| On the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh | |
| On the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh There on the backseat | |
| I met her, there on the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh | |
| On the backseat | |
| Oh oh oh oh oh | |
| On the backseat |