| Song | What Deaner Was Talkin' About |
| Artist | Ween |
| Album | Live in Toronto Canada |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : ween | |
| 作词 : Ween | |
| The wash is out, it's hanging up | |
| And all I have is nothing | |
| Nothing to do, nothing to say | |
| I think I must be dreaming | |
| The sun comes up and | |
| I'm all washed out | |
| Is this what | |
| Deaner was talkin' about | |
| I don't think | |
| I will ever return again, my friend | |
| If I was king | |
| I'd wear a ring | |
| And never hurt my people | |
| I'd stay alert and dress to kill | |
| I might even slip you something | |
| The sun comes up and | |
| I'm all washed out | |
| Is this what | |
| Deaner was talkin' about | |
| I don't think | |
| I will ever return again, my friend | |
| The sun comes up and | |
| I'm all washed out | |
| Is this what | |
| Deaner was talkin' about | |
| I don't think | |
| I will ever return again, my friend | |
| I do not think | |
| I will ever return again, my friend | |
| I do not think | |
| I will ever return again, my friend |
| zuo qu : ween | |
| zuo ci : Ween | |
| The wash is out, it' s hanging up | |
| And all I have is nothing | |
| Nothing to do, nothing to say | |
| I think I must be dreaming | |
| The sun comes up and | |
| I' m all washed out | |
| Is this what | |
| Deaner was talkin' about | |
| I don' t think | |
| I will ever return again, my friend | |
| If I was king | |
| I' d wear a ring | |
| And never hurt my people | |
| I' d stay alert and dress to kill | |
| I might even slip you something | |
| The sun comes up and | |
| I' m all washed out | |
| Is this what | |
| Deaner was talkin' about | |
| I don' t think | |
| I will ever return again, my friend | |
| The sun comes up and | |
| I' m all washed out | |
| Is this what | |
| Deaner was talkin' about | |
| I don' t think | |
| I will ever return again, my friend | |
| I do not think | |
| I will ever return again, my friend | |
| I do not think | |
| I will ever return again, my friend |
| zuò qǔ : ween | |
| zuò cí : Ween | |
| The wash is out, it' s hanging up | |
| And all I have is nothing | |
| Nothing to do, nothing to say | |
| I think I must be dreaming | |
| The sun comes up and | |
| I' m all washed out | |
| Is this what | |
| Deaner was talkin' about | |
| I don' t think | |
| I will ever return again, my friend | |
| If I was king | |
| I' d wear a ring | |
| And never hurt my people | |
| I' d stay alert and dress to kill | |
| I might even slip you something | |
| The sun comes up and | |
| I' m all washed out | |
| Is this what | |
| Deaner was talkin' about | |
| I don' t think | |
| I will ever return again, my friend | |
| The sun comes up and | |
| I' m all washed out | |
| Is this what | |
| Deaner was talkin' about | |
| I don' t think | |
| I will ever return again, my friend | |
| I do not think | |
| I will ever return again, my friend | |
| I do not think | |
| I will ever return again, my friend |