| Song | A Most Disgusting Song |
| Artist | Rodriguez |
| Album | Searching For Sugar Man |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Rodriguez |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Rodriguez |
| [00:24.46] | I've played every kind of gig there is to play now |
| [00:27.59] | |
| [00:29.45] | I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals |
| [00:33.20] | |
| [00:34.70] | In opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses. |
| [00:37.68] | |
| [00:45.11] | Well I found that in all these places that I've played |
| [00:47.54] | all the people I've played for are the same people |
| [00:52.96] | |
| [00:55.28] | So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song. |
| [00:58.27] | |
| [01:00.52] | A most disgusting song. |
| [01:02.14] | |
| [01:05.57] | The local diddy bop pimp comes in |
| [01:07.82] | |
| [01:10.50] | Acting limp he sits down with a grin |
| [01:13.25] | |
| [01:14.75] | next to a girl that has never been chased |
| [01:16.81] | The bartender wipes a smile off his face |
| [01:22.42] | |
| [01:25.23] | The delegates cross the floor, |
| [01:27.66] | |
| [01:29.53] | curtsy and promenade through the doors, |
| [01:33.03] | |
| [01:34.34] | and slowly the evening begins. |
| [01:36.09] | |
| [01:44.89] | And there's Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts |
| [01:46.88] | |
| [01:49.07] | who's just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend sluts |
| [01:51.75] | |
| [01:54.00] | Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt |
| [01:56.55] | |
| [01:58.30] | And everyone's drinking the detergents |
| [01:59.49] | that cannot remove their hurts |
| [02:02.61] | |
| [02:04.29] | While the Mafia provides your drugs, |
| [02:05.98] | |
| [02:08.47] | your government will provide the shrugs, |
| [02:10.42] | |
| [02:13.35] | and your national guard will supply the slugs, |
| [02:15.92] | |
| [02:17.59] | so they sit all satisfied. |
| [02:18.28] | |
| [02:29.68] | And there's old playboy Ralph |
| [02:30.86] | who's always been shorter than himself, |
| [02:31.50] | and there's a man with his chin in his hand, |
| [02:37.60] | who knows more than he'll ever understand. |
| [02:43.35] | Yeah, every night it's the same old thing |
| [02:47.35] | Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny |
| [02:50.02] | |
| [02:52.65] | At the "Inn-Between", again. |
| [02:57.01] | |
| [03:02.63] | And there's the bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes. |
| [03:05.06] | |
| [03:07.31] | Who at every scented skirt whispers up and sighs |
| [03:12.36] | and there's the teacher that will kiss you in French |
| [03:14.80] | |
| [03:16.42] | Who could never give love, could only fearfully clench |
| [03:18.42] | Yeah, people every night it's the same old thing |
| [03:26.41] | Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood's party, again |
| [03:36.01] | |
| [03:41.57] | And there's the militant with his store-bought soul |
| [03:46.43] | There's someone here who's almost a virgin I've been told |
| [03:49.31] | And there's Linda glass-made who speaks of the past |
| [03:54.86] | |
| [03:55.42] | who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half masts |
| [04:01.16] | Yeah, They're all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms, |
| [04:04.47] | |
| [04:05.40] | red heads brunettes, brownettes and the dyed haired blondes, |
| [04:09.09] | |
| [04:10.09] | Who talk to dogs, chase broads and have hopes of being mobbed, |
| [04:14.14] | |
| [04:14.89] | who mislay their dreams and lay their claim that they were robbed |
| [04:18.34] | |
| [04:20.89] | And every night it's going to be the same old thing |
| [04:23.89] | |
| [04:24.83] | Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny |
| [04:27.01] | |
| [04:29.76] | Lost, even, at Martha's Vineyard, again |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Rodriguez |
| [00:01.00] | zuo ci : Rodriguez |
| [00:24.46] | I' ve played every kind of gig there is to play now |
| [00:27.59] | |
| [00:29.45] | I' ve played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals |
| [00:33.20] | |
| [00:34.70] | In opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses. |
| [00:37.68] | |
| [00:45.11] | Well I found that in all these places that I' ve played |
| [00:47.54] | all the people I' ve played for are the same people |
| [00:52.96] | |
| [00:55.28] | So if you' ll listen, maybe you' ll see someone you know in this song. |
| [00:58.27] | |
| [01:00.52] | A most disgusting song. |
| [01:02.14] | |
| [01:05.57] | The local diddy bop pimp comes in |
| [01:07.82] | |
| [01:10.50] | Acting limp he sits down with a grin |
| [01:13.25] | |
| [01:14.75] | next to a girl that has never been chased |
| [01:16.81] | The bartender wipes a smile off his face |
| [01:22.42] | |
| [01:25.23] | The delegates cross the floor, |
| [01:27.66] | |
| [01:29.53] | curtsy and promenade through the doors, |
| [01:33.03] | |
| [01:34.34] | and slowly the evening begins. |
| [01:36.09] | |
| [01:44.89] | And there' s Jimmy " Bad Luck" Butts |
| [01:46.88] | |
| [01:49.07] | who' s just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend sluts |
| [01:51.75] | |
| [01:54.00] | Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt |
| [01:56.55] | |
| [01:58.30] | And everyone' s drinking the detergents |
| [01:59.49] | that cannot remove their hurts |
| [02:02.61] | |
| [02:04.29] | While the Mafia provides your drugs, |
| [02:05.98] | |
| [02:08.47] | your government will provide the shrugs, |
| [02:10.42] | |
| [02:13.35] | and your national guard will supply the slugs, |
| [02:15.92] | |
| [02:17.59] | so they sit all satisfied. |
| [02:18.28] | |
| [02:29.68] | And there' s old playboy Ralph |
| [02:30.86] | who' s always been shorter than himself, |
| [02:31.50] | and there' s a man with his chin in his hand, |
| [02:37.60] | who knows more than he' ll ever understand. |
| [02:43.35] | Yeah, every night it' s the same old thing |
| [02:47.35] | Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny |
| [02:50.02] | |
| [02:52.65] | At the " InnBetween", again. |
| [02:57.01] | |
| [03:02.63] | And there' s the bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes. |
| [03:05.06] | |
| [03:07.31] | Who at every scented skirt whispers up and sighs |
| [03:12.36] | and there' s the teacher that will kiss you in French |
| [03:14.80] | |
| [03:16.42] | Who could never give love, could only fearfully clench |
| [03:18.42] | Yeah, people every night it' s the same old thing |
| [03:26.41] | Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood' s party, again |
| [03:36.01] | |
| [03:41.57] | And there' s the militant with his storebought soul |
| [03:46.43] | There' s someone here who' s almost a virgin I' ve been told |
| [03:49.31] | And there' s Linda glassmade who speaks of the past |
| [03:54.86] | |
| [03:55.42] | who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half masts |
| [04:01.16] | Yeah, They' re all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms, |
| [04:04.47] | |
| [04:05.40] | red heads brunettes, brownettes and the dyed haired blondes, |
| [04:09.09] | |
| [04:10.09] | Who talk to dogs, chase broads and have hopes of being mobbed, |
| [04:14.14] | |
| [04:14.89] | who mislay their dreams and lay their claim that they were robbed |
| [04:18.34] | |
| [04:20.89] | And every night it' s going to be the same old thing |
| [04:23.89] | |
| [04:24.83] | Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny |
| [04:27.01] | |
| [04:29.76] | Lost, even, at Martha' s Vineyard, again |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Rodriguez |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : Rodriguez |
| [00:24.46] | I' ve played every kind of gig there is to play now |
| [00:27.59] | |
| [00:29.45] | I' ve played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals |
| [00:33.20] | |
| [00:34.70] | In opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses. |
| [00:37.68] | |
| [00:45.11] | Well I found that in all these places that I' ve played |
| [00:47.54] | all the people I' ve played for are the same people |
| [00:52.96] | |
| [00:55.28] | So if you' ll listen, maybe you' ll see someone you know in this song. |
| [00:58.27] | |
| [01:00.52] | A most disgusting song. |
| [01:02.14] | |
| [01:05.57] | The local diddy bop pimp comes in |
| [01:07.82] | |
| [01:10.50] | Acting limp he sits down with a grin |
| [01:13.25] | |
| [01:14.75] | next to a girl that has never been chased |
| [01:16.81] | The bartender wipes a smile off his face |
| [01:22.42] | |
| [01:25.23] | The delegates cross the floor, |
| [01:27.66] | |
| [01:29.53] | curtsy and promenade through the doors, |
| [01:33.03] | |
| [01:34.34] | and slowly the evening begins. |
| [01:36.09] | |
| [01:44.89] | And there' s Jimmy " Bad Luck" Butts |
| [01:46.88] | |
| [01:49.07] | who' s just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend sluts |
| [01:51.75] | |
| [01:54.00] | Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt |
| [01:56.55] | |
| [01:58.30] | And everyone' s drinking the detergents |
| [01:59.49] | that cannot remove their hurts |
| [02:02.61] | |
| [02:04.29] | While the Mafia provides your drugs, |
| [02:05.98] | |
| [02:08.47] | your government will provide the shrugs, |
| [02:10.42] | |
| [02:13.35] | and your national guard will supply the slugs, |
| [02:15.92] | |
| [02:17.59] | so they sit all satisfied. |
| [02:18.28] | |
| [02:29.68] | And there' s old playboy Ralph |
| [02:30.86] | who' s always been shorter than himself, |
| [02:31.50] | and there' s a man with his chin in his hand, |
| [02:37.60] | who knows more than he' ll ever understand. |
| [02:43.35] | Yeah, every night it' s the same old thing |
| [02:47.35] | Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny |
| [02:50.02] | |
| [02:52.65] | At the " InnBetween", again. |
| [02:57.01] | |
| [03:02.63] | And there' s the bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes. |
| [03:05.06] | |
| [03:07.31] | Who at every scented skirt whispers up and sighs |
| [03:12.36] | and there' s the teacher that will kiss you in French |
| [03:14.80] | |
| [03:16.42] | Who could never give love, could only fearfully clench |
| [03:18.42] | Yeah, people every night it' s the same old thing |
| [03:26.41] | Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood' s party, again |
| [03:36.01] | |
| [03:41.57] | And there' s the militant with his storebought soul |
| [03:46.43] | There' s someone here who' s almost a virgin I' ve been told |
| [03:49.31] | And there' s Linda glassmade who speaks of the past |
| [03:54.86] | |
| [03:55.42] | who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half masts |
| [04:01.16] | Yeah, They' re all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms, |
| [04:04.47] | |
| [04:05.40] | red heads brunettes, brownettes and the dyed haired blondes, |
| [04:09.09] | |
| [04:10.09] | Who talk to dogs, chase broads and have hopes of being mobbed, |
| [04:14.14] | |
| [04:14.89] | who mislay their dreams and lay their claim that they were robbed |
| [04:18.34] | |
| [04:20.89] | And every night it' s going to be the same old thing |
| [04:23.89] | |
| [04:24.83] | Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny |
| [04:27.01] | |
| [04:29.76] | Lost, even, at Martha' s Vineyard, again |