| Song | Sandpaper Cadillac |
| Artist | Joe Cocker |
| Album | With A Little Help From My Friends |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cocker, Stainton | |
| Riding along in a sandpaper Cadillac | |
| Somebody's strikin' a match on the back | |
| Brimstone lines marring the body so fair | |
| Brimstone lines marring the body so fair | |
| Slowly, my mind and dream change into woe, now | |
| My car is dead and gone, Lord | |
| And I just can't carry on | |
| Changing, my thoughts become so clear to me | |
| My car wants to be free, I know | |
| And it's calling out to me, yeah | |
| Walking along with a gold-plated pussycat | |
| Somebody's pouring blood on its back | |
| Paint that has pierced all the pores in his hide | |
| Paint that has pierced all the pores in his hide | |
| Slowly, my mind and dream change into woe, now | |
| My cat is all alone, I know it | |
| And it hasn't got a bone | |
| Changing, my thoughts become so clear to me | |
| My cat begins to sleep | |
| And it's sleeping 'round with me | |
| Don't you know I need that thing so bad | |
| My car and my cat are going bad | |
| And I need everything I can, Lady | |
| Aaaaa! Oh, no no, this can't be the same, no | |
| They're gonna meet me once again, yeah | |
| They're gonna meet me once again, Lord |
| zuo ci : Cocker, Stainton | |
| Riding along in a sandpaper Cadillac | |
| Somebody' s strikin' a match on the back | |
| Brimstone lines marring the body so fair | |
| Brimstone lines marring the body so fair | |
| Slowly, my mind and dream change into woe, now | |
| My car is dead and gone, Lord | |
| And I just can' t carry on | |
| Changing, my thoughts become so clear to me | |
| My car wants to be free, I know | |
| And it' s calling out to me, yeah | |
| Walking along with a goldplated pussycat | |
| Somebody' s pouring blood on its back | |
| Paint that has pierced all the pores in his hide | |
| Paint that has pierced all the pores in his hide | |
| Slowly, my mind and dream change into woe, now | |
| My cat is all alone, I know it | |
| And it hasn' t got a bone | |
| Changing, my thoughts become so clear to me | |
| My cat begins to sleep | |
| And it' s sleeping ' round with me | |
| Don' t you know I need that thing so bad | |
| My car and my cat are going bad | |
| And I need everything I can, Lady | |
| Aaaaa! Oh, no no, this can' t be the same, no | |
| They' re gonna meet me once again, yeah | |
| They' re gonna meet me once again, Lord |
| zuò cí : Cocker, Stainton | |
| Riding along in a sandpaper Cadillac | |
| Somebody' s strikin' a match on the back | |
| Brimstone lines marring the body so fair | |
| Brimstone lines marring the body so fair | |
| Slowly, my mind and dream change into woe, now | |
| My car is dead and gone, Lord | |
| And I just can' t carry on | |
| Changing, my thoughts become so clear to me | |
| My car wants to be free, I know | |
| And it' s calling out to me, yeah | |
| Walking along with a goldplated pussycat | |
| Somebody' s pouring blood on its back | |
| Paint that has pierced all the pores in his hide | |
| Paint that has pierced all the pores in his hide | |
| Slowly, my mind and dream change into woe, now | |
| My cat is all alone, I know it | |
| And it hasn' t got a bone | |
| Changing, my thoughts become so clear to me | |
| My cat begins to sleep | |
| And it' s sleeping ' round with me | |
| Don' t you know I need that thing so bad | |
| My car and my cat are going bad | |
| And I need everything I can, Lady | |
| Aaaaa! Oh, no no, this can' t be the same, no | |
| They' re gonna meet me once again, yeah | |
| They' re gonna meet me once again, Lord |