| Song | Dedicated Hound |
| Artist | Lindisfarne |
| Album | The News |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cowe | |
| Cowe | |
| I'm a writer, I'm a poet | |
| Out of spiter and I know it | |
| I don't need to hear your guitar | |
| I'll write my review from the bar, should go far. | |
| I'm a critic with position | |
| Paralytic, you musician | |
| I'm weary of punk and new wave | |
| I invented them both anyway, sad to say. | |
| Up town, hanging around | |
| Street bar, town to town | |
| I'm a ligger with a trigger. | |
| Up, down, ‘round and ‘round | |
| Feet don't touch the ground | |
| I'm ready, I'm a dedicated hound. | |
| I'm a wino midnight worker | |
| With a biro, I'm a lurker | |
| I'll get you a deal in the chart | |
| Or stop you before you can start, that's my art. | |
| Up town, hanging around | |
| Street bar, town to town | |
| I'm a ligger with a trigger. | |
| Up, down, ‘round and ‘round | |
| Feet don't touch the ground | |
| I'm ready, I'm a dedicated hound. | |
| I'm a prier and a trier | |
| And I'm a liar on the wire | |
| Just leave me your dressing room key | |
| You did say that booze was for me, better be. | |
| Up town, hanging around | |
| Street bar, town to town | |
| I'm a ligger with a trigger. | |
| Up, down, ‘round and ‘round | |
| Feet don't touch the ground | |
| I'm ready, I'm a dedicated hound. |
| zuo ci : Cowe | |
| Cowe | |
| I' m a writer, I' m a poet | |
| Out of spiter and I know it | |
| I don' t need to hear your guitar | |
| I' ll write my review from the bar, should go far. | |
| I' m a critic with position | |
| Paralytic, you musician | |
| I' m weary of punk and new wave | |
| I invented them both anyway, sad to say. | |
| Up town, hanging around | |
| Street bar, town to town | |
| I' m a ligger with a trigger. | |
| Up, down, ' round and ' round | |
| Feet don' t touch the ground | |
| I' m ready, I' m a dedicated hound. | |
| I' m a wino midnight worker | |
| With a biro, I' m a lurker | |
| I' ll get you a deal in the chart | |
| Or stop you before you can start, that' s my art. | |
| Up town, hanging around | |
| Street bar, town to town | |
| I' m a ligger with a trigger. | |
| Up, down, ' round and ' round | |
| Feet don' t touch the ground | |
| I' m ready, I' m a dedicated hound. | |
| I' m a prier and a trier | |
| And I' m a liar on the wire | |
| Just leave me your dressing room key | |
| You did say that booze was for me, better be. | |
| Up town, hanging around | |
| Street bar, town to town | |
| I' m a ligger with a trigger. | |
| Up, down, ' round and ' round | |
| Feet don' t touch the ground | |
| I' m ready, I' m a dedicated hound. |
| zuò cí : Cowe | |
| Cowe | |
| I' m a writer, I' m a poet | |
| Out of spiter and I know it | |
| I don' t need to hear your guitar | |
| I' ll write my review from the bar, should go far. | |
| I' m a critic with position | |
| Paralytic, you musician | |
| I' m weary of punk and new wave | |
| I invented them both anyway, sad to say. | |
| Up town, hanging around | |
| Street bar, town to town | |
| I' m a ligger with a trigger. | |
| Up, down, ' round and ' round | |
| Feet don' t touch the ground | |
| I' m ready, I' m a dedicated hound. | |
| I' m a wino midnight worker | |
| With a biro, I' m a lurker | |
| I' ll get you a deal in the chart | |
| Or stop you before you can start, that' s my art. | |
| Up town, hanging around | |
| Street bar, town to town | |
| I' m a ligger with a trigger. | |
| Up, down, ' round and ' round | |
| Feet don' t touch the ground | |
| I' m ready, I' m a dedicated hound. | |
| I' m a prier and a trier | |
| And I' m a liar on the wire | |
| Just leave me your dressing room key | |
| You did say that booze was for me, better be. | |
| Up town, hanging around | |
| Street bar, town to town | |
| I' m a ligger with a trigger. | |
| Up, down, ' round and ' round | |
| Feet don' t touch the ground | |
| I' m ready, I' m a dedicated hound. |