| Song | Metarie - Ben Hillier Mix |
| Artist | Brendan Benson |
| Album | Lapalco |
| 作词 : Benson | |
| (Benson/Falkner) | |
| Met a girl, introduced myself | |
| I asked her go to with me and no one else | |
| And she said "I'd really like to see you everyday But I'm afraid of what my friends might say You need a bath, and your clothes are wrong You're not my type; I can tell we wouldn't get along." | |
| I just laughed — what else could | |
| I do? Just then her friends chimed in, sayin' "Get a clue. Get a life, put it in your song." (Put it in your song) | |
| There's something | |
| I've been meaning to say to you | |
| I've run out of gas and | |
| I'm stuck like glue | |
| I'd had enough; | |
| I couldn't take it anymore, yeah | |
| So I turned and | |
| I ran straight for the door | |
| Bought some mags on my way home | |
| For later on, ya know, when | |
| I'm all alone | |
| Bottle of wine and some cigarettes | |
| A racing form, maybe, maybe | |
| I'll make some bets | |
| I know a guy lives in | |
| Los Angeles | |
| Sometimes his life there makes me so jealous | |
| I'd like to move out of this place | |
| Change my name, get a new face | |
| Get a life, put it in my song | |
| There's something | |
| I've been meaning to say to you | |
| I've run out of gas and | |
| I'm stuck like glue | |
| I'd like to move out of this place (Ah) | |
| Change my name, maybe get a new face (Ah) | |
| Sleep all day, stay up all night (Ah), yeah | |
| Everybody | |
| I meet thinks | |
| I'm alright (Ah) | |
| Get a life. |
| zuò cí : Benson | |
| Benson Falkner | |
| Met a girl, introduced myself | |
| I asked her go to with me and no one else | |
| And she said " I' d really like to see you everyday But I' m afraid of what my friends might say You need a bath, and your clothes are wrong You' re not my type I can tell we wouldn' t get along." | |
| I just laughed what else could | |
| I do? Just then her friends chimed in, sayin' " Get a clue. Get a life, put it in your song." Put it in your song | |
| There' s something | |
| I' ve been meaning to say to you | |
| I' ve run out of gas and | |
| I' m stuck like glue | |
| I' d had enough | |
| I couldn' t take it anymore, yeah | |
| So I turned and | |
| I ran straight for the door | |
| Bought some mags on my way home | |
| For later on, ya know, when | |
| I' m all alone | |
| Bottle of wine and some cigarettes | |
| A racing form, maybe, maybe | |
| I' ll make some bets | |
| I know a guy lives in | |
| Los Angeles | |
| Sometimes his life there makes me so jealous | |
| I' d like to move out of this place | |
| Change my name, get a new face | |
| Get a life, put it in my song | |
| There' s something | |
| I' ve been meaning to say to you | |
| I' ve run out of gas and | |
| I' m stuck like glue | |
| I' d like to move out of this place Ah | |
| Change my name, maybe get a new face Ah | |
| Sleep all day, stay up all night Ah, yeah | |
| Everybody | |
| I meet thinks | |
| I' m alright Ah | |
| Get a life. |