| Song | Mr. Music Man |
| Artist | The King Blues |
| Album | Under the Fog |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Itch | |
| We sit on the curb drinkin' our cans, | |
| Tryin' to blag it in to see the bands. | |
| We come here for this music tonight | |
| And we are gonna dance until the mornin' light. | |
| Nobody wanna be fussin' nah fightin', | |
| We just fillin' up the toilet wall with writin', | |
| We come for the sound that we know is true | |
| With a handful of weed and a brew. | |
| Mr. music man, sing it back to me, | |
| Mr. music man. Yeah. | |
| Mr. music man, sing it back to me, | |
| Mr. music man. | |
| The band they come and say that they no wanna play ska, | |
| Them a-wanna play emo 'cause that gonna go far. | |
| See them a-always followin' the new comin' trend, | |
| Them a-got no soul, them a-so shameless. | |
| And when the dust clear, you can be sure that | |
| I still be here skankin' in my porkpie hat | |
| Just a-drinkin' me brew an a-smokin' my grass. | |
| This ain't a t-shirt man, this is my heart. | |
| Mr. music man, sing it back to me, | |
| Mr. music man. Yeah. | |
| Mr. music man, sing it back to me, | |
| Mr. music man |
| zuo qu : Itch | |
| We sit on the curb drinkin' our cans, | |
| Tryin' to blag it in to see the bands. | |
| We come here for this music tonight | |
| And we are gonna dance until the mornin' light. | |
| Nobody wanna be fussin' nah fightin', | |
| We just fillin' up the toilet wall with writin', | |
| We come for the sound that we know is true | |
| With a handful of weed and a brew. | |
| Mr. music man, sing it back to me, | |
| Mr. music man. Yeah. | |
| Mr. music man, sing it back to me, | |
| Mr. music man. | |
| The band they come and say that they no wanna play ska, | |
| Them awanna play emo ' cause that gonna go far. | |
| See them aalways followin' the new comin' trend, | |
| Them agot no soul, them aso shameless. | |
| And when the dust clear, you can be sure that | |
| I still be here skankin' in my porkpie hat | |
| Just adrinkin' me brew an asmokin' my grass. | |
| This ain' t a tshirt man, this is my heart. | |
| Mr. music man, sing it back to me, | |
| Mr. music man. Yeah. | |
| Mr. music man, sing it back to me, | |
| Mr. music man |
| zuò qǔ : Itch | |
| We sit on the curb drinkin' our cans, | |
| Tryin' to blag it in to see the bands. | |
| We come here for this music tonight | |
| And we are gonna dance until the mornin' light. | |
| Nobody wanna be fussin' nah fightin', | |
| We just fillin' up the toilet wall with writin', | |
| We come for the sound that we know is true | |
| With a handful of weed and a brew. | |
| Mr. music man, sing it back to me, | |
| Mr. music man. Yeah. | |
| Mr. music man, sing it back to me, | |
| Mr. music man. | |
| The band they come and say that they no wanna play ska, | |
| Them awanna play emo ' cause that gonna go far. | |
| See them aalways followin' the new comin' trend, | |
| Them agot no soul, them aso shameless. | |
| And when the dust clear, you can be sure that | |
| I still be here skankin' in my porkpie hat | |
| Just adrinkin' me brew an asmokin' my grass. | |
| This ain' t a tshirt man, this is my heart. | |
| Mr. music man, sing it back to me, | |
| Mr. music man. Yeah. | |
| Mr. music man, sing it back to me, | |
| Mr. music man |