| Song | Point Breeze |
| Artist | Marah |
| Album | Kids In Philly |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
| Headlight cars do battle down the boulevard | |
| Stoppin' in the corner bars or rollin' to get home | |
| Orchestrated stars all laughin' at the weather charts | |
| Reflectin' off the moon and Mars | |
| Like they were spinnin' in a bowl, baby | |
| Well waitress your tips are heads or tails | |
| And surely luck would never fail you | |
| Hang your apron on a nail | |
| If this work doesn't pay | |
| As the diners sign the air for checks | |
| Sayin', "Put your coat on, she'll come over" | |
| Wind their watches like you'd expect | |
| They've got tickets for some ballet... | |
| Thinkin' I thought I was | |
| Beginnin' to see the light | |
| I was beginnin' to see the light | |
| And now there ain't no doubt about it.... | |
| (Baby all right) | |
| TV tubes do glow in ghostly white and blue | |
| Panning cameras, Action News, your dinner on a tray | |
| I got the sound check blues, baby.... | |
| Up the bottom, blow the fuse | |
| Call for whiskey, tie your shoes | |
| Up in Point Breeze there are no trees | |
| To shield the moonless sky, you're seen | |
| To walk the streets in baggy jeans and never say hello | |
| And its half a fifty gallon drum at a | |
| Barbecue for everyone...the old folks chat, | |
| The sodas flat, and there's not a single white.... |
| zuo qu : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
| Headlight cars do battle down the boulevard | |
| Stoppin' in the corner bars or rollin' to get home | |
| Orchestrated stars all laughin' at the weather charts | |
| Reflectin' off the moon and Mars | |
| Like they were spinnin' in a bowl, baby | |
| Well waitress your tips are heads or tails | |
| And surely luck would never fail you | |
| Hang your apron on a nail | |
| If this work doesn' t pay | |
| As the diners sign the air for checks | |
| Sayin', " Put your coat on, she' ll come over" | |
| Wind their watches like you' d expect | |
| They' ve got tickets for some ballet... | |
| Thinkin' I thought I was | |
| Beginnin' to see the light | |
| I was beginnin' to see the light | |
| And now there ain' t no doubt about it.... | |
| Baby all right | |
| TV tubes do glow in ghostly white and blue | |
| Panning cameras, Action News, your dinner on a tray | |
| I got the sound check blues, baby.... | |
| Up the bottom, blow the fuse | |
| Call for whiskey, tie your shoes | |
| Up in Point Breeze there are no trees | |
| To shield the moonless sky, you' re seen | |
| To walk the streets in baggy jeans and never say hello | |
| And its half a fifty gallon drum at a | |
| Barbecue for everyone... the old folks chat, | |
| The sodas flat, and there' s not a single white.... |
| zuò qǔ : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
| Headlight cars do battle down the boulevard | |
| Stoppin' in the corner bars or rollin' to get home | |
| Orchestrated stars all laughin' at the weather charts | |
| Reflectin' off the moon and Mars | |
| Like they were spinnin' in a bowl, baby | |
| Well waitress your tips are heads or tails | |
| And surely luck would never fail you | |
| Hang your apron on a nail | |
| If this work doesn' t pay | |
| As the diners sign the air for checks | |
| Sayin', " Put your coat on, she' ll come over" | |
| Wind their watches like you' d expect | |
| They' ve got tickets for some ballet... | |
| Thinkin' I thought I was | |
| Beginnin' to see the light | |
| I was beginnin' to see the light | |
| And now there ain' t no doubt about it.... | |
| Baby all right | |
| TV tubes do glow in ghostly white and blue | |
| Panning cameras, Action News, your dinner on a tray | |
| I got the sound check blues, baby.... | |
| Up the bottom, blow the fuse | |
| Call for whiskey, tie your shoes | |
| Up in Point Breeze there are no trees | |
| To shield the moonless sky, you' re seen | |
| To walk the streets in baggy jeans and never say hello | |
| And its half a fifty gallon drum at a | |
| Barbecue for everyone... the old folks chat, | |
| The sodas flat, and there' s not a single white.... |