| Song | Abandoned Luncheonette |
| Artist | Hall & Oates |
| Album | Abandoned Luncheonette |
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| 作词 : Hall | |
| They sat in an Abandoned Luncheonette | |
| sipping imaginary cola and drawing faces in the tabletop dust | |
| His voice was rusty from years as a sergeant on "this man's army" | |
| they were old and crusty | |
| She was twenty when the diner was a baby | |
| He was the dishwasher, busy in the back, his hands covered with gravy | |
| Hair black and wavy | |
| Brilliantine slick, a pot - cleaning dandy, | |
| He was young and randy | |
| Day to day, to day... today | |
| then they were old, their lives wasted away | |
| Month to month, year to year | |
| they all run together | |
| time measured by the peeling of paint on the luncheonette wall | |
| They sat together in the empty diner | |
| filled with cracked china | |
| Old news was blowing across the filthy floor | |
| and the sign on the door read "this way out", that's all it read | |
| that's all it said |
| zuo ci : Hall | |
| They sat in an Abandoned Luncheonette | |
| sipping imaginary cola and drawing faces in the tabletop dust | |
| His voice was rusty from years as a sergeant on " this man' s army" | |
| they were old and crusty | |
| She was twenty when the diner was a baby | |
| He was the dishwasher, busy in the back, his hands covered with gravy | |
| Hair black and wavy | |
| Brilliantine slick, a pot cleaning dandy, | |
| He was young and randy | |
| Day to day, to day... today | |
| then they were old, their lives wasted away | |
| Month to month, year to year | |
| they all run together | |
| time measured by the peeling of paint on the luncheonette wall | |
| They sat together in the empty diner | |
| filled with cracked china | |
| Old news was blowing across the filthy floor | |
| and the sign on the door read " this way out", that' s all it read | |
| that' s all it said |
| zuò cí : Hall | |
| They sat in an Abandoned Luncheonette | |
| sipping imaginary cola and drawing faces in the tabletop dust | |
| His voice was rusty from years as a sergeant on " this man' s army" | |
| they were old and crusty | |
| She was twenty when the diner was a baby | |
| He was the dishwasher, busy in the back, his hands covered with gravy | |
| Hair black and wavy | |
| Brilliantine slick, a pot cleaning dandy, | |
| He was young and randy | |
| Day to day, to day... today | |
| then they were old, their lives wasted away | |
| Month to month, year to year | |
| they all run together | |
| time measured by the peeling of paint on the luncheonette wall | |
| They sat together in the empty diner | |
| filled with cracked china | |
| Old news was blowing across the filthy floor | |
| and the sign on the door read " this way out", that' s all it read | |
| that' s all it said |