Song | That Party |
Artist | Harry Connick, Jr. |
Album | She |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Connick, McLean | |
Went to a little get-together | |
With some old friends | |
Not much has changed | |
Since the last time i saw them | |
There's a chicken in uniform | |
Wooden leg and a matchstick arm | |
Saying: 'left my wing back on the farm | |
...tried the buffet...' | |
Tiny took a turn on steel guitar | |
After he got a fresh feel for the bar | |
Lines drawn of jelly-fish caviar | |
...saying: 'wanna jamm???' | |
I don't like throwing | |
Parties like that | |
But i love going | |
They said no guests | |
So i thought of you | |
Hey mama, it's on | |
A disconcerted youth with a gun | |
Wants to shoot-up some fun | |
Saying: 'i'm failing science and math | |
But i'm head of the class in murder one' | |
Balance sheets unpresarioed ballets | |
And advertised for run-a-ways | |
That only dance on holidays | |
...when crutches cut in... | |
Willa was disenchanted | |
Tossed her garter and demanded | |
'nothing can be recanted | |
...if it was nothing to begin with...' | |
A magician did card tricks | |
For a bunch of well-heeled hicks | |
And held up a red six | |
...one said: 'that's a black seven...' | |
I don't like throwing | |
Parties like that | |
But i love going | |
They said no guests | |
So i thought of you | |
Hey mama, it's on | |
A disconcerted youth with a gun | |
That semi-precious son | |
He needs to learn if you take a life | |
You ain't got none | |
Cracked pelicans rode magnolias | |
Sent advice to rebel soldiers | |
That all ended with: 'i told ya's | |
...so then why do you ask???...' | |
You can tell it's getting late | |
When cal calls himself kate | |
And peons hire potentates | |
...saying: 'when you finish | |
Trim the hedges...' | |
I'm making a hurried get-a-way | |
Down santa monica, out of l.a. | |
If you like it so much stay | |
...there's a theme park in the mix... | |
I don't like throwing | |
Parties like that | |
But i love going | |
They said no guests | |
So i thought of you | |
Hey mama, it's on |
zuo qu : Connick, McLean | |
Went to a little gettogether | |
With some old friends | |
Not much has changed | |
Since the last time i saw them | |
There' s a chicken in uniform | |
Wooden leg and a matchstick arm | |
Saying: ' left my wing back on the farm | |
... tried the buffet...' | |
Tiny took a turn on steel guitar | |
After he got a fresh feel for the bar | |
Lines drawn of jellyfish caviar | |
... saying: ' wanna jamm???' | |
I don' t like throwing | |
Parties like that | |
But i love going | |
They said no guests | |
So i thought of you | |
Hey mama, it' s on | |
A disconcerted youth with a gun | |
Wants to shootup some fun | |
Saying: ' i' m failing science and math | |
But i' m head of the class in murder one' | |
Balance sheets unpresarioed ballets | |
And advertised for runaways | |
That only dance on holidays | |
... when crutches cut in... | |
Willa was disenchanted | |
Tossed her garter and demanded | |
' nothing can be recanted | |
... if it was nothing to begin with...' | |
A magician did card tricks | |
For a bunch of wellheeled hicks | |
And held up a red six | |
... one said: ' that' s a black seven...' | |
I don' t like throwing | |
Parties like that | |
But i love going | |
They said no guests | |
So i thought of you | |
Hey mama, it' s on | |
A disconcerted youth with a gun | |
That semiprecious son | |
He needs to learn if you take a life | |
You ain' t got none | |
Cracked pelicans rode magnolias | |
Sent advice to rebel soldiers | |
That all ended with: ' i told ya' s | |
... so then why do you ask???...' | |
You can tell it' s getting late | |
When cal calls himself kate | |
And peons hire potentates | |
... saying: ' when you finish | |
Trim the hedges...' | |
I' m making a hurried getaway | |
Down santa monica, out of l. a. | |
If you like it so much stay | |
... there' s a theme park in the mix... | |
I don' t like throwing | |
Parties like that | |
But i love going | |
They said no guests | |
So i thought of you | |
Hey mama, it' s on |
zuò qǔ : Connick, McLean | |
Went to a little gettogether | |
With some old friends | |
Not much has changed | |
Since the last time i saw them | |
There' s a chicken in uniform | |
Wooden leg and a matchstick arm | |
Saying: ' left my wing back on the farm | |
... tried the buffet...' | |
Tiny took a turn on steel guitar | |
After he got a fresh feel for the bar | |
Lines drawn of jellyfish caviar | |
... saying: ' wanna jamm???' | |
I don' t like throwing | |
Parties like that | |
But i love going | |
They said no guests | |
So i thought of you | |
Hey mama, it' s on | |
A disconcerted youth with a gun | |
Wants to shootup some fun | |
Saying: ' i' m failing science and math | |
But i' m head of the class in murder one' | |
Balance sheets unpresarioed ballets | |
And advertised for runaways | |
That only dance on holidays | |
... when crutches cut in... | |
Willa was disenchanted | |
Tossed her garter and demanded | |
' nothing can be recanted | |
... if it was nothing to begin with...' | |
A magician did card tricks | |
For a bunch of wellheeled hicks | |
And held up a red six | |
... one said: ' that' s a black seven...' | |
I don' t like throwing | |
Parties like that | |
But i love going | |
They said no guests | |
So i thought of you | |
Hey mama, it' s on | |
A disconcerted youth with a gun | |
That semiprecious son | |
He needs to learn if you take a life | |
You ain' t got none | |
Cracked pelicans rode magnolias | |
Sent advice to rebel soldiers | |
That all ended with: ' i told ya' s | |
... so then why do you ask???...' | |
You can tell it' s getting late | |
When cal calls himself kate | |
And peons hire potentates | |
... saying: ' when you finish | |
Trim the hedges...' | |
I' m making a hurried getaway | |
Down santa monica, out of l. a. | |
If you like it so much stay | |
... there' s a theme park in the mix... | |
I don' t like throwing | |
Parties like that | |
But i love going | |
They said no guests | |
So i thought of you | |
Hey mama, it' s on |