| Song | The Amorous Humphrey Plugg |
| Artist | Scott Walker |
| Album | Five Easy Pieces |
| 作词 : Walker | |
| Hello Mr. Big Shot | |
| Say, you're looking smart | |
| I've had a tiring day | |
| I took the kids along to the park | |
| You've become a stranger | |
| Every night with the boys | |
| Got a new suit | |
| That old smile's come back | |
| And I kiss the children good night | |
| And I slip away on the newly waxed floor | |
| I've become a giant | |
| I fill every street | |
| I dwarf the rooftops | |
| I hunchback the moon | |
| Stars dance at my feet | |
| Leave it all behind me | |
| Screaming kids on my knee | |
| And the telly swallowing me | |
| And the neighbor shouting next door | |
| And the subway trembling the roller-skate floor | |
| I seek the buildings blazing with moonlight | |
| In Channing Way | |
| Their very eyes seem to suck you in with their laughter | |
| They seem to say | |
| You're all right now | |
| So stop a while behind our smile | |
| In Channing Way | |
| Oh to die of kisses | |
| Ecstasies and charms | |
| Pavements of poets will write that I died | |
| In nine angel's arms | |
| And they all were smiling | |
| Still seductive as sin in their eyes | |
| The man I had been | |
| No more hard luck stories to wear | |
| Nothing left to give | |
| Why the hell should I care | |
| Ann owns my smile and Mary's my shadow | |
| In Channing Way | |
| And with her cellophane sighs | |
| Celina the candle | |
| Begs me to stay | |
| You're all right now | |
| So stop a while behind our smile | |
| In Channing Way |
| zuò cí : Walker | |
| Hello Mr. Big Shot | |
| Say, you' re looking smart | |
| I' ve had a tiring day | |
| I took the kids along to the park | |
| You' ve become a stranger | |
| Every night with the boys | |
| Got a new suit | |
| That old smile' s come back | |
| And I kiss the children good night | |
| And I slip away on the newly waxed floor | |
| I' ve become a giant | |
| I fill every street | |
| I dwarf the rooftops | |
| I hunchback the moon | |
| Stars dance at my feet | |
| Leave it all behind me | |
| Screaming kids on my knee | |
| And the telly swallowing me | |
| And the neighbor shouting next door | |
| And the subway trembling the rollerskate floor | |
| I seek the buildings blazing with moonlight | |
| In Channing Way | |
| Their very eyes seem to suck you in with their laughter | |
| They seem to say | |
| You' re all right now | |
| So stop a while behind our smile | |
| In Channing Way | |
| Oh to die of kisses | |
| Ecstasies and charms | |
| Pavements of poets will write that I died | |
| In nine angel' s arms | |
| And they all were smiling | |
| Still seductive as sin in their eyes | |
| The man I had been | |
| No more hard luck stories to wear | |
| Nothing left to give | |
| Why the hell should I care | |
| Ann owns my smile and Mary' s my shadow | |
| In Channing Way | |
| And with her cellophane sighs | |
| Celina the candle | |
| Begs me to stay | |
| You' re all right now | |
| So stop a while behind our smile | |
| In Channing Way |