| Song | Mersey Beat |
| Artist | Reckless Kelly |
| Album | Under The Table And Above The Sun |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Braun, Schelske | |
| Harry was a bus driver | |
| He was a very forthright man | |
| He'd run down the road | |
| Right over a dog | |
| Before he'd change his path | |
| Then he met lovely | |
| Loraine They had a rough and tumble lad | |
| And it didn't come easy | |
| But the boy learned to play | |
| On a twelve pound pawn shop axe. | |
| Everbody sing loud and shout | |
| Dreamy haze pop stars | |
| The boys came about that mersey beat sound | |
| From crude little sketches of guitars. | |
| Well they heard of a sound | |
| From a faraway land | |
| That was ruled by a cricket and a king | |
| But a pauper's son would one day come | |
| From twenty-five | |
| Upton Green | |
| And there everyday was a place to play | |
| When the final bell had rung | |
| And when the big day come he was just too young | |
| And they sent em' all back home. | |
| Everbody sing loud and shout | |
| Dreamy haze pop stars | |
| The boys came about that mersey beat sound | |
| From crude little sketches of guitars. | |
| Well the wild ones don't think much of | |
| Johnny Yeah a critic's got it rough | |
| And you're a real king mixer | |
| But it's my train mister | |
| If you think that's all | |
| I've got You'll be beaten on down | |
| By mersey sound | |
| And then you'll have to choose. | |
| Between standing on your own | |
| Or singing right along | |
| With the ones no better than you. | |
| So everbody sing loud and shout | |
| Dreamy haze pop stars | |
| The boys came about that mersey beat sound | |
| From crude little sketches of guitars. | |
| Everbody sing loud and shout | |
| Dreamy haze pop stars | |
| The boys came about that mersey beat sound | |
| From crude little sketches of guitars |
| zuo qu : Braun, Schelske | |
| Harry was a bus driver | |
| He was a very forthright man | |
| He' d run down the road | |
| Right over a dog | |
| Before he' d change his path | |
| Then he met lovely | |
| Loraine They had a rough and tumble lad | |
| And it didn' t come easy | |
| But the boy learned to play | |
| On a twelve pound pawn shop axe. | |
| Everbody sing loud and shout | |
| Dreamy haze pop stars | |
| The boys came about that mersey beat sound | |
| From crude little sketches of guitars. | |
| Well they heard of a sound | |
| From a faraway land | |
| That was ruled by a cricket and a king | |
| But a pauper' s son would one day come | |
| From twentyfive | |
| Upton Green | |
| And there everyday was a place to play | |
| When the final bell had rung | |
| And when the big day come he was just too young | |
| And they sent em' all back home. | |
| Everbody sing loud and shout | |
| Dreamy haze pop stars | |
| The boys came about that mersey beat sound | |
| From crude little sketches of guitars. | |
| Well the wild ones don' t think much of | |
| Johnny Yeah a critic' s got it rough | |
| And you' re a real king mixer | |
| But it' s my train mister | |
| If you think that' s all | |
| I' ve got You' ll be beaten on down | |
| By mersey sound | |
| And then you' ll have to choose. | |
| Between standing on your own | |
| Or singing right along | |
| With the ones no better than you. | |
| So everbody sing loud and shout | |
| Dreamy haze pop stars | |
| The boys came about that mersey beat sound | |
| From crude little sketches of guitars. | |
| Everbody sing loud and shout | |
| Dreamy haze pop stars | |
| The boys came about that mersey beat sound | |
| From crude little sketches of guitars |
| zuò qǔ : Braun, Schelske | |
| Harry was a bus driver | |
| He was a very forthright man | |
| He' d run down the road | |
| Right over a dog | |
| Before he' d change his path | |
| Then he met lovely | |
| Loraine They had a rough and tumble lad | |
| And it didn' t come easy | |
| But the boy learned to play | |
| On a twelve pound pawn shop axe. | |
| Everbody sing loud and shout | |
| Dreamy haze pop stars | |
| The boys came about that mersey beat sound | |
| From crude little sketches of guitars. | |
| Well they heard of a sound | |
| From a faraway land | |
| That was ruled by a cricket and a king | |
| But a pauper' s son would one day come | |
| From twentyfive | |
| Upton Green | |
| And there everyday was a place to play | |
| When the final bell had rung | |
| And when the big day come he was just too young | |
| And they sent em' all back home. | |
| Everbody sing loud and shout | |
| Dreamy haze pop stars | |
| The boys came about that mersey beat sound | |
| From crude little sketches of guitars. | |
| Well the wild ones don' t think much of | |
| Johnny Yeah a critic' s got it rough | |
| And you' re a real king mixer | |
| But it' s my train mister | |
| If you think that' s all | |
| I' ve got You' ll be beaten on down | |
| By mersey sound | |
| And then you' ll have to choose. | |
| Between standing on your own | |
| Or singing right along | |
| With the ones no better than you. | |
| So everbody sing loud and shout | |
| Dreamy haze pop stars | |
| The boys came about that mersey beat sound | |
| From crude little sketches of guitars. | |
| Everbody sing loud and shout | |
| Dreamy haze pop stars | |
| The boys came about that mersey beat sound | |
| From crude little sketches of guitars |