| Song | Mr. Rainbow |
| Artist | Slapp Happy |
| Album | Casablanca Moon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Blegvad | |
| Casauette de moire, | |
| Quéquette d'ivoire, | |
| Toilette trés noire, | |
| Paul guette l'armoire, | |
| Projette languette sur poire, | |
| S'apprête baguette et foire. | |
| His silhouette rancid with diamonds | |
| Splinters like cone in the balm of your hand; | |
| He's rigged with a nebulae's sine qua non | |
| A festival of gas on a table of sand; | |
| He's jerking like an angel on the ladder of crime; | |
| Diluting syrup ditties at the peak of their prime; | |
| He's spun like a ghost in the radio cool; | |
| He's everybodies child but nobodies fool; | |
| He's cook like the breast of a radio ghost; | |
| His name is Arthur Rainbow and tonight he's your host |
| zuo ci : Blegvad | |
| Casauette de moire, | |
| Que quette d' ivoire, | |
| Toilette tre s noire, | |
| Paul guette l' armoire, | |
| Projette languette sur poire, | |
| S' appr te baguette et foire. | |
| His silhouette rancid with diamonds | |
| Splinters like cone in the balm of your hand | |
| He' s rigged with a nebulae' s sine qua non | |
| A festival of gas on a table of sand | |
| He' s jerking like an angel on the ladder of crime | |
| Diluting syrup ditties at the peak of their prime | |
| He' s spun like a ghost in the radio cool | |
| He' s everybodies child but nobodies fool | |
| He' s cook like the breast of a radio ghost | |
| His name is Arthur Rainbow and tonight he' s your host |
| zuò cí : Blegvad | |
| Casauette de moire, | |
| Qué quette d' ivoire, | |
| Toilette tré s noire, | |
| Paul guette l' armoire, | |
| Projette languette sur poire, | |
| S' appr te baguette et foire. | |
| His silhouette rancid with diamonds | |
| Splinters like cone in the balm of your hand | |
| He' s rigged with a nebulae' s sine qua non | |
| A festival of gas on a table of sand | |
| He' s jerking like an angel on the ladder of crime | |
| Diluting syrup ditties at the peak of their prime | |
| He' s spun like a ghost in the radio cool | |
| He' s everybodies child but nobodies fool | |
| He' s cook like the breast of a radio ghost | |
| His name is Arthur Rainbow and tonight he' s your host |