| Song | A Fridge Too Far |
| Artist | G.B.H. |
| Album | A Fridge Too Far |
| 作词 : Abrahall, Blyth, Reder, Ross | |
| I've seen the carnage that you've caused, smelt the power you've absorbed. | |
| Been a witness to every crime, and | |
| I'm dissatisfied all the time. | |
| I wonder how you can sleep at night, you're slumping to an all new record height. | |
| You won't be forgotten for a long time, you had your pound of flesh now | |
| Iwant mine. | |
| We've got a hero, we have a laugh. | |
| He wears a yellow tartan scarf, a sense of humour. | |
| He's a real star see | |
| Rupert in a fridge too far. | |
| Contempt for wealth is all you breed, construct a conscience for all your greed. | |
| Your restrictions they cut me deep, and when you demise, | |
| I will not weep. | |
| But life goes on they can't touch your mind, you're the scourge of all mankind. | |
| Now I ain't no portrait, | |
| I don't fly no flag, you're the ambassador of hate, a diplomatic bag | |
| Slap on the sanctions, show us some grit. | |
| You've built your fence, now sit on it. | |
| I hope all your dreams, go up in smoke, 'cause he who laughs last, didn't get the joke. | |
| The Fridge connection | |
| The Fridge connection | |
| II Fridge on the | |
| River Kwai | |
| Heartbreak | |
| Fridge A Fridge on | |
| Elm Street | |
| Friday I, | |
| II .. III | |
| The last little | |
| Fridge in | |
| Texas One flew over the | |
| Fridge |
| zuò cí : Abrahall, Blyth, Reder, Ross | |
| I' ve seen the carnage that you' ve caused, smelt the power you' ve absorbed. | |
| Been a witness to every crime, and | |
| I' m dissatisfied all the time. | |
| I wonder how you can sleep at night, you' re slumping to an all new record height. | |
| You won' t be forgotten for a long time, you had your pound of flesh now | |
| Iwant mine. | |
| We' ve got a hero, we have a laugh. | |
| He wears a yellow tartan scarf, a sense of humour. | |
| He' s a real star see | |
| Rupert in a fridge too far. | |
| Contempt for wealth is all you breed, construct a conscience for all your greed. | |
| Your restrictions they cut me deep, and when you demise, | |
| I will not weep. | |
| But life goes on they can' t touch your mind, you' re the scourge of all mankind. | |
| Now I ain' t no portrait, | |
| I don' t fly no flag, you' re the ambassador of hate, a diplomatic bag | |
| Slap on the sanctions, show us some grit. | |
| You' ve built your fence, now sit on it. | |
| I hope all your dreams, go up in smoke, ' cause he who laughs last, didn' t get the joke. | |
| The Fridge connection | |
| The Fridge connection | |
| II Fridge on the | |
| River Kwai | |
| Heartbreak | |
| Fridge A Fridge on | |
| Elm Street | |
| Friday I, | |
| II .. III | |
| The last little | |
| Fridge in | |
| Texas One flew over the | |
| Fridge |