In The Land Of Grey And Pink - BBC Session - Sounds Of The Seventies 11/03/71 Lyrics

Song	In The Land Of Grey And Pink - BBC Session - Sounds Of The Seventies 11/03/71
Artist	Caravan
Album	The Show Of Our Lives - Caravan At The BBC 1968-1975
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	作曲 : Richard Coughlan & Pye Hastings & Richard Sinclair & David Sinclair
	作词 : Coughlan, Hastings, Hastings ...
	In the land of grey and pink where only boy-scouts stop to think
	They'll be coming back again, those nasty grumbly grimblies
	And they're climbing down your chimney, yes they're trying to get in
	Come to take your money – isn't it a sin, they're so thin
	They've black buckets in the sky, don't leave your dad in the rain
	Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they'll all get washed down the drain
	So we'll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows
	You won't need any money, just fingers and your toes
	And when it's dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green
	Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that's all we'll need
	While sailing back in morning light, we'll wash our teeth in the sea
	And when the day gets really bright, we'll go to sea drinking tea
	So we'll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows
	You won't need any money, just fingers and your toes
	And when it's dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green
	Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that's all we'll need
	They've black buckets in the sky, don't leave your dad in the rain
	Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they'll all get washed down the drain

	zuo qu : Richard Coughlan Pye Hastings Richard Sinclair David Sinclair
	zuo ci : Coughlan, Hastings, Hastings ...
	In the land of grey and pink where only boyscouts stop to think
	They' ll be coming back again, those nasty grumbly grimblies
	And they' re climbing down your chimney, yes they' re trying to get in
	Come to take your money isn' t it a sin, they' re so thin
	They' ve black buckets in the sky, don' t leave your dad in the rain
	Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they' ll all get washed down the drain
	So we' ll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows
	You won' t need any money, just fingers and your toes
	And when it' s dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green
	Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that' s all we' ll need
	While sailing back in morning light, we' ll wash our teeth in the sea
	And when the day gets really bright, we' ll go to sea drinking tea
	So we' ll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows
	You won' t need any money, just fingers and your toes
	And when it' s dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green
	Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that' s all we' ll need
	They' ve black buckets in the sky, don' t leave your dad in the rain
	Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they' ll all get washed down the drain

	zuò qǔ : Richard Coughlan Pye Hastings Richard Sinclair David Sinclair
	zuò cí : Coughlan, Hastings, Hastings ...
	In the land of grey and pink where only boyscouts stop to think
	They' ll be coming back again, those nasty grumbly grimblies
	And they' re climbing down your chimney, yes they' re trying to get in
	Come to take your money isn' t it a sin, they' re so thin
	They' ve black buckets in the sky, don' t leave your dad in the rain
	Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they' ll all get washed down the drain
	So we' ll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows
	You won' t need any money, just fingers and your toes
	And when it' s dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green
	Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that' s all we' ll need
	While sailing back in morning light, we' ll wash our teeth in the sea
	And when the day gets really bright, we' ll go to sea drinking tea
	So we' ll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows
	You won' t need any money, just fingers and your toes
	And when it' s dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green
	Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that' s all we' ll need
	They' ve black buckets in the sky, don' t leave your dad in the rain
	Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they' ll all get washed down the drain

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