| Song | Percy |
| Artist | Head of Femur |
| Album | Hysterical Stars |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Armstrong, Elsener, Focht | |
| Percy, the dock man's boy | |
| With pen and paper in your employ | |
| Percy, I'm plenty smart | |
| But I need help to get your art | |
| So you tell me the beauty's in the meaning of the words | |
| And it may be my hearing's slightly blurry | |
| Your vernacular's no accident | |
| You strove to find the perfect bent | |
| But not all good's borne of intent | |
| Percy, the dock man's boy | |
| With pen and paper in your employ | |
| Percy, your deep quatrains | |
| Do not suffice to entertain | |
| But you tell me your lyrics will elucidate our lives | |
| And that I'll see your purpose realized | |
| When they hear... | |
| The lines you've set to do-re-mi | |
| The public will declare, "That sounds like me!" | |
| Unanimously three cheers for Percy | |
| Promoting better living through empathy | |
| Percy, the dock man's boy | |
| With pen and paper in your employ | |
| Percy, I still prefer | |
| A phoneme's ring to a poignant word |
| zuo qu : Armstrong, Elsener, Focht | |
| Percy, the dock man' s boy | |
| With pen and paper in your employ | |
| Percy, I' m plenty smart | |
| But I need help to get your art | |
| So you tell me the beauty' s in the meaning of the words | |
| And it may be my hearing' s slightly blurry | |
| Your vernacular' s no accident | |
| You strove to find the perfect bent | |
| But not all good' s borne of intent | |
| Percy, the dock man' s boy | |
| With pen and paper in your employ | |
| Percy, your deep quatrains | |
| Do not suffice to entertain | |
| But you tell me your lyrics will elucidate our lives | |
| And that I' ll see your purpose realized | |
| When they hear... | |
| The lines you' ve set to doremi | |
| The public will declare, " That sounds like me!" | |
| Unanimously three cheers for Percy | |
| Promoting better living through empathy | |
| Percy, the dock man' s boy | |
| With pen and paper in your employ | |
| Percy, I still prefer | |
| A phoneme' s ring to a poignant word |
| zuò qǔ : Armstrong, Elsener, Focht | |
| Percy, the dock man' s boy | |
| With pen and paper in your employ | |
| Percy, I' m plenty smart | |
| But I need help to get your art | |
| So you tell me the beauty' s in the meaning of the words | |
| And it may be my hearing' s slightly blurry | |
| Your vernacular' s no accident | |
| You strove to find the perfect bent | |
| But not all good' s borne of intent | |
| Percy, the dock man' s boy | |
| With pen and paper in your employ | |
| Percy, your deep quatrains | |
| Do not suffice to entertain | |
| But you tell me your lyrics will elucidate our lives | |
| And that I' ll see your purpose realized | |
| When they hear... | |
| The lines you' ve set to doremi | |
| The public will declare, " That sounds like me!" | |
| Unanimously three cheers for Percy | |
| Promoting better living through empathy | |
| Percy, the dock man' s boy | |
| With pen and paper in your employ | |
| Percy, I still prefer | |
| A phoneme' s ring to a poignant word |