| Song | Clap Your Hands! |
| Artist | Clap Your Hands Say Yeah |
| Album | Clap Your Hands Say Yeah |
| 作曲 : Ounsworth | |
| 作词 : DIXON, SAM/FURLER, SIA | |
| Run the lip off sunshine shore | |
| Betray white water | |
| Delay dark forms | |
| Slap young waves on wooden bones | |
| Don't touch the laughter and away we go | |
| Away we go | |
| Away we go | |
| Away we go | |
| CLAP YOUR HANDS! | |
| But I feel so lonely | |
| CLAP YOUR HANDS! | |
| CLAP YOUR HANDS! | |
| But it won't do nothing | |
| CLAP YOUR HANDS! | |
| But I have no money | |
| CLAP YOUR HANDS! | |
| Are you up to something? | |
| CLAP YOUR HANDS! | |
| Where's my milk and honey? | |
| CLAP YOUR HANDS! | |
| But I just look funny | |
| CLAP YOUR HANDS! | |
| I'll just wait awhile | |
| As time alone stands still for some | |
| Stuffed sailor up with eyeball sun | |
| And if by castle ship should stray | |
| It has like you no chosen fate for | |
| It's tongue-tied caboose that leads | |
| This ragged lad, this finger-flipping | |
| Mom and dad (for what is worth some | |
| Aimless steer?) And should mouth | |
| Confuse my foggy mirror and reveal | |
| What is not there I shall take this | |
| Unbound train away... |
| zuò qǔ : Ounsworth | |
| zuò cí : DIXON, SAM FURLER, SIA | |
| Run the lip off sunshine shore | |
| Betray white water | |
| Delay dark forms | |
| Slap young waves on wooden bones | |
| Don' t touch the laughter and away we go | |
| Away we go | |
| Away we go | |
| Away we go | |
| CLAP YOUR HANDS! | |
| But I feel so lonely | |
| CLAP YOUR HANDS! | |
| CLAP YOUR HANDS! | |
| But it won' t do nothing | |
| CLAP YOUR HANDS! | |
| But I have no money | |
| CLAP YOUR HANDS! | |
| Are you up to something? | |
| CLAP YOUR HANDS! | |
| Where' s my milk and honey? | |
| CLAP YOUR HANDS! | |
| But I just look funny | |
| CLAP YOUR HANDS! | |
| I' ll just wait awhile | |
| As time alone stands still for some | |
| Stuffed sailor up with eyeball sun | |
| And if by castle ship should stray | |
| It has like you no chosen fate for | |
| It' s tonguetied caboose that leads | |
| This ragged lad, this fingerflipping | |
| Mom and dad for what is worth some | |
| Aimless steer? And should mouth | |
| Confuse my foggy mirror and reveal | |
| What is not there I shall take this | |
| Unbound train away... |