Song | Mene, Mene, Tekel |
Artist | Barbra Streisand |
Album | Pins and Needles [Original Cast Recording] |
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作词 : Harold Rome, And Chorus | |
I don't recall all of the lyrics, particularly the bridge, but here is what I | |
remember: | |
The King of Babylon, Belshazzer | |
He was a mean old razzledazzer | |
He never paid no income taxes | |
The big shot of the Babylon-Jerusalem Axis | |
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel | |
Mene, mene, tekel | |
U-oo-pharsin | |
The King of Babylon, Belshazzer | |
The King of Babylon, Belshazzer | |
He was a mean old razzledazzer | |
Sittin' with his wives and concubines | |
A-shovin' in fried chicken and impor-orted wines | |
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel | |
Mene, mene, tekel | |
You-oo-pharsin | |
The King of Babylon, Belshazzer | |
He was a mean old razzledazzer | |
He never paid no income taxes | |
The Bigshot of the Babylon-Jerusalem Axis | |
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel | |
Mene, mene, tekel | |
You-oo-pharsin | |
(Bridge: the lyric about the finger appearing | |
I don't remember. But when the King saw it...) | |
The King grew cold Where he was sittin' | |
The finger wrote, and havin' written | |
It vanished slowly overhead | |
And this is what the writng of the Go-ood Lord said, | |
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel | |
Mene, mene, tekel | |
You-oo-pharsin | |
The King grew cold where he was sittin' | |
The Finger wrote and having written | |
It vanished slowly overhead | |
And this is what the writing of the Good Lord said | |
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel | |
Mene, mene, tekel | |
You-oo-pharsin |
zuo ci : Harold Rome, And Chorus | |
I don' t recall all of the lyrics, particularly the bridge, but here is what I | |
remember: | |
The King of Babylon, Belshazzer | |
He was a mean old razzledazzer | |
He never paid no income taxes | |
The big shot of the BabylonJerusalem Axis | |
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel | |
Mene, mene, tekel | |
Uoopharsin | |
The King of Babylon, Belshazzer | |
The King of Babylon, Belshazzer | |
He was a mean old razzledazzer | |
Sittin' with his wives and concubines | |
Ashovin' in fried chicken and impororted wines | |
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel | |
Mene, mene, tekel | |
Youoopharsin | |
The King of Babylon, Belshazzer | |
He was a mean old razzledazzer | |
He never paid no income taxes | |
The Bigshot of the BabylonJerusalem Axis | |
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel | |
Mene, mene, tekel | |
Youoopharsin | |
Bridge: the lyric about the finger appearing | |
I don' t remember. But when the King saw it... | |
The King grew cold Where he was sittin' | |
The finger wrote, and havin' written | |
It vanished slowly overhead | |
And this is what the writng of the Goood Lord said, | |
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel | |
Mene, mene, tekel | |
Youoopharsin | |
The King grew cold where he was sittin' | |
The Finger wrote and having written | |
It vanished slowly overhead | |
And this is what the writing of the Good Lord said | |
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel | |
Mene, mene, tekel | |
Youoopharsin |
zuò cí : Harold Rome, And Chorus | |
I don' t recall all of the lyrics, particularly the bridge, but here is what I | |
remember: | |
The King of Babylon, Belshazzer | |
He was a mean old razzledazzer | |
He never paid no income taxes | |
The big shot of the BabylonJerusalem Axis | |
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel | |
Mene, mene, tekel | |
Uoopharsin | |
The King of Babylon, Belshazzer | |
The King of Babylon, Belshazzer | |
He was a mean old razzledazzer | |
Sittin' with his wives and concubines | |
Ashovin' in fried chicken and impororted wines | |
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel | |
Mene, mene, tekel | |
Youoopharsin | |
The King of Babylon, Belshazzer | |
He was a mean old razzledazzer | |
He never paid no income taxes | |
The Bigshot of the BabylonJerusalem Axis | |
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel | |
Mene, mene, tekel | |
Youoopharsin | |
Bridge: the lyric about the finger appearing | |
I don' t remember. But when the King saw it... | |
The King grew cold Where he was sittin' | |
The finger wrote, and havin' written | |
It vanished slowly overhead | |
And this is what the writng of the Goood Lord said, | |
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel | |
Mene, mene, tekel | |
Youoopharsin | |
The King grew cold where he was sittin' | |
The Finger wrote and having written | |
It vanished slowly overhead | |
And this is what the writing of the Good Lord said | |
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel | |
Mene, mene, tekel | |
Youoopharsin |