Electric Trains Lyrics
| Song | Electric Trains |
| Artist | Squeeze |
| Album | Ridiculous |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| (difford/tilbrook) | |
| When i was crowned a mummy's boy by friends i didn't like | |
| I made a meal of trips to school upon my father's bike | |
| I used to sit between his legs, perched on a piece of wood | |
| If it ever rained on us, i'd slip beneath his hood | |
| And at home the radio was on | |
| From julie andrews to jerry garcia | |
| Life was all fun and games | |
| I was out of my head and underneath my bed | |
| Playing with electric trains | |
| At home the stereo was on | |
| My head was filled with rock | |
| I played a willow cricket bat guitar | |
| And soloed round the clock | |
| My records stacked up in a pile | |
| Collected from the charts | |
| And top of the pops | |
| Kneeling with torchlight shining | |
| Before me in my bed | |
| My eyeballs stuck in readers wives | |
| Pubic hairs proudly counted everyday | |
| Manhood took me slowly | |
| Out into the milky way | |
| I chased the girls and made them cry | |
| My hair grew down my back | |
| The passing of my teenage years | |
| Were spent down in the sack | |
| I played guitar and formed a band | |
| I puked up all night long | |
| As people came to sit and stare | |
| While i raced through my songs | |
| The sound of music passed by me | |
| Just like the grateful dead |
| zuo ci : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| difford tilbrook | |
| When i was crowned a mummy' s boy by friends i didn' t like | |
| I made a meal of trips to school upon my father' s bike | |
| I used to sit between his legs, perched on a piece of wood | |
| If it ever rained on us, i' d slip beneath his hood | |
| And at home the radio was on | |
| From julie andrews to jerry garcia | |
| Life was all fun and games | |
| I was out of my head and underneath my bed | |
| Playing with electric trains | |
| At home the stereo was on | |
| My head was filled with rock | |
| I played a willow cricket bat guitar | |
| And soloed round the clock | |
| My records stacked up in a pile | |
| Collected from the charts | |
| And top of the pops | |
| Kneeling with torchlight shining | |
| Before me in my bed | |
| My eyeballs stuck in readers wives | |
| Pubic hairs proudly counted everyday | |
| Manhood took me slowly | |
| Out into the milky way | |
| I chased the girls and made them cry | |
| My hair grew down my back | |
| The passing of my teenage years | |
| Were spent down in the sack | |
| I played guitar and formed a band | |
| I puked up all night long | |
| As people came to sit and stare | |
| While i raced through my songs | |
| The sound of music passed by me | |
| Just like the grateful dead |
| zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| difford tilbrook | |
| When i was crowned a mummy' s boy by friends i didn' t like | |
| I made a meal of trips to school upon my father' s bike | |
| I used to sit between his legs, perched on a piece of wood | |
| If it ever rained on us, i' d slip beneath his hood | |
| And at home the radio was on | |
| From julie andrews to jerry garcia | |
| Life was all fun and games | |
| I was out of my head and underneath my bed | |
| Playing with electric trains | |
| At home the stereo was on | |
| My head was filled with rock | |
| I played a willow cricket bat guitar | |
| And soloed round the clock | |
| My records stacked up in a pile | |
| Collected from the charts | |
| And top of the pops | |
| Kneeling with torchlight shining | |
| Before me in my bed | |
| My eyeballs stuck in readers wives | |
| Pubic hairs proudly counted everyday | |
| Manhood took me slowly | |
| Out into the milky way | |
| I chased the girls and made them cry | |
| My hair grew down my back | |
| The passing of my teenage years | |
| Were spent down in the sack | |
| I played guitar and formed a band | |
| I puked up all night long | |
| As people came to sit and stare | |
| While i raced through my songs | |
| The sound of music passed by me | |
| Just like the grateful dead |
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