| Song | Joe Porterhouse |
| Artist | Elvis Costello & the Attractions |
| Album | Goodbye Cruel World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Costello | |
| The children sit upon the stairs | |
| High above a valley of tears | |
| Don't let them see you crying that way oh no | |
| Oh no Joe Porterhouse | |
| Is not gone forever | |
| He'll be back another day | |
| Don't let them see you crying that way | |
| Please don't wake him let him sleep | |
| It's a moment she can keep | |
| Like an old bus ticket or a photograph | |
| Resting on the mantlepiece | |
| While for the wicked there is no peace | |
| She says it's not his time to go | |
| Why we were nearly lovers years ago | |
| Now what is left for me | |
| Among the broken branches of the family tree | |
| Heart like an anchor | |
| Arms like cable | |
| He stood all alone on an iron turntable | |
| Don't let them see you crying that way oh no | |
| The sun beats down | |
| It's cracking the flags | |
| Boys who should know better | |
| Are stamping out fags | |
| Don't let them see you laughing that way | |
| Please don't wake him let him sleep | |
| It's a moment she can keep | |
| Like an old bus ticket or a photograph | |
| Resting on the mantlepiece | |
| While for the wicked there is no peace | |
| She says it's not his time to go | |
| Why we were nearly lovers years ago | |
| Now what is left for me | |
| Among the broken branches of the family tree | |
| Oh no Joe Porterhouse | |
| Is not gone forever | |
| He'll be back another day | |
| Don't let them see you crying that way |
| zuo qu : Costello | |
| The children sit upon the stairs | |
| High above a valley of tears | |
| Don' t let them see you crying that way oh no | |
| Oh no Joe Porterhouse | |
| Is not gone forever | |
| He' ll be back another day | |
| Don' t let them see you crying that way | |
| Please don' t wake him let him sleep | |
| It' s a moment she can keep | |
| Like an old bus ticket or a photograph | |
| Resting on the mantlepiece | |
| While for the wicked there is no peace | |
| She says it' s not his time to go | |
| Why we were nearly lovers years ago | |
| Now what is left for me | |
| Among the broken branches of the family tree | |
| Heart like an anchor | |
| Arms like cable | |
| He stood all alone on an iron turntable | |
| Don' t let them see you crying that way oh no | |
| The sun beats down | |
| It' s cracking the flags | |
| Boys who should know better | |
| Are stamping out fags | |
| Don' t let them see you laughing that way | |
| Please don' t wake him let him sleep | |
| It' s a moment she can keep | |
| Like an old bus ticket or a photograph | |
| Resting on the mantlepiece | |
| While for the wicked there is no peace | |
| She says it' s not his time to go | |
| Why we were nearly lovers years ago | |
| Now what is left for me | |
| Among the broken branches of the family tree | |
| Oh no Joe Porterhouse | |
| Is not gone forever | |
| He' ll be back another day | |
| Don' t let them see you crying that way |
| zuò qǔ : Costello | |
| The children sit upon the stairs | |
| High above a valley of tears | |
| Don' t let them see you crying that way oh no | |
| Oh no Joe Porterhouse | |
| Is not gone forever | |
| He' ll be back another day | |
| Don' t let them see you crying that way | |
| Please don' t wake him let him sleep | |
| It' s a moment she can keep | |
| Like an old bus ticket or a photograph | |
| Resting on the mantlepiece | |
| While for the wicked there is no peace | |
| She says it' s not his time to go | |
| Why we were nearly lovers years ago | |
| Now what is left for me | |
| Among the broken branches of the family tree | |
| Heart like an anchor | |
| Arms like cable | |
| He stood all alone on an iron turntable | |
| Don' t let them see you crying that way oh no | |
| The sun beats down | |
| It' s cracking the flags | |
| Boys who should know better | |
| Are stamping out fags | |
| Don' t let them see you laughing that way | |
| Please don' t wake him let him sleep | |
| It' s a moment she can keep | |
| Like an old bus ticket or a photograph | |
| Resting on the mantlepiece | |
| While for the wicked there is no peace | |
| She says it' s not his time to go | |
| Why we were nearly lovers years ago | |
| Now what is left for me | |
| Among the broken branches of the family tree | |
| Oh no Joe Porterhouse | |
| Is not gone forever | |
| He' ll be back another day | |
| Don' t let them see you crying that way |