| Song | Calliandra Shade (The Cappuccino Song) |
| Artist | Ian Anderson |
| Album | Rupi's Dance |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anderson | |
| I sit in judgement on the market square. | |
| I have my favourite table and I have my chair. | |
| Natives are friendly and the sun flies high. | |
| All kinds of crazy waiters they go drifting by. | |
| Hours last forever in the Calliandra shade. | |
| Conversation going nowhere and yet, everywhere. | |
| Kick off those sad shoes and let the bare toes tingle. | |
| Slip off the shoulder strap: loosen the thick black hair. | |
| Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee. | |
| Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play. | |
| Lame dog and a black cat, now, they shuffle in the shadows. | |
| You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day. | |
| Electric afternoon and shrill cellphones are mating. | |
| Lame dog is dreaming, dreaming of a better life | |
| where bed is fluffy pillows, table scraps are filet mignon | |
| flicked indiscretely by the lazy waiter's knife. |
| zuo ci : Anderson | |
| I sit in judgement on the market square. | |
| I have my favourite table and I have my chair. | |
| Natives are friendly and the sun flies high. | |
| All kinds of crazy waiters they go drifting by. | |
| Hours last forever in the Calliandra shade. | |
| Conversation going nowhere and yet, everywhere. | |
| Kick off those sad shoes and let the bare toes tingle. | |
| Slip off the shoulder strap: loosen the thick black hair. | |
| Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee. | |
| Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play. | |
| Lame dog and a black cat, now, they shuffle in the shadows. | |
| You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day. | |
| Electric afternoon and shrill cellphones are mating. | |
| Lame dog is dreaming, dreaming of a better life | |
| where bed is fluffy pillows, table scraps are filet mignon | |
| flicked indiscretely by the lazy waiter' s knife. |
| zuò cí : Anderson | |
| I sit in judgement on the market square. | |
| I have my favourite table and I have my chair. | |
| Natives are friendly and the sun flies high. | |
| All kinds of crazy waiters they go drifting by. | |
| Hours last forever in the Calliandra shade. | |
| Conversation going nowhere and yet, everywhere. | |
| Kick off those sad shoes and let the bare toes tingle. | |
| Slip off the shoulder strap: loosen the thick black hair. | |
| Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee. | |
| Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play. | |
| Lame dog and a black cat, now, they shuffle in the shadows. | |
| You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day. | |
| Electric afternoon and shrill cellphones are mating. | |
| Lame dog is dreaming, dreaming of a better life | |
| where bed is fluffy pillows, table scraps are filet mignon | |
| flicked indiscretely by the lazy waiter' s knife. |