| Song | A Candymaker's Knife In My Handbag |
| Artist | The Fiery Furnaces |
| Album | Rehearsing My Choir |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Friedberger | |
| A night out in the tropics | |
| Turned out I couldn't cope | |
| After the School of Fancy Cookery | |
| With Antoinette Pope | |
| I learned brazing and saucing, meringue and sift | |
| Knead, flute and flour | |
| Each Thursday for an hour | |
| Cobblers and plum cakes, tarts savory and sweet | |
| A candymaker's knife in my handbag | |
| A candymaker's knife in my handbag | |
| Well I learned brazing and saucing, meringue and sift | |
| Knead, flute and flour | |
| Each Thursday for an hour | |
| Cobblers and plum cakes, tarts savory and sweet | |
| A candymaker's knife in my handbag | |
| A candymaker's knife in my handbag | |
| That night I was to meet my husband's father, for the very first time | |
| I wore the scarf he sent to me | |
| French silk, scarlet blue and cream | |
| He sits, he waits, a coffee on his knee | |
| I wonder if it's as bad as it might seem | |
| Zapped by the Zombie | |
| Zapped, zapped by the Zombie | |
| Zapped by the Zombie in the two-door Dodge | |
| Twice-baked brioche and pastry pockets | |
| And lock its two-door Dodge | |
| Zapped by the Zombie | |
| Zapped, zapped by the Zombie | |
| Zapped by the Zombie in the two-door Dodge | |
| And I did not fail | |
| To bust off a nail as the Dodge door handle dodges my hand | |
| Delicate, delicate hold my hand | |
| Delicate nectarine upside-down chiffon cake | |
| Dodge down the downtown loop the loop lightly | |
| Hazelnut baby loaves | |
| Hazelnut baby loaves | |
| Hold my hand inside-out upside-down marzipan Milanese | |
| My brain is a blur | |
| Hodge-podge - cardinal slice - two-door, brand new | |
| What am I gonna do | |
| 'Cause on the street the amber lights were hellish hot | |
| And the wind in the windows was not giving air | |
| And tropical Napeolons | |
| But it was too late and I didn't care | |
| And I didn't care | |
| Because first I went to meet Dr. Christopolous and his wife Claudette | |
| Who at the time was my close girlfriend | |
| They picked my up in their brand-new Dodge | |
| And we went to Trader Vic's, or Mr. Rick's | |
| And I ordered, like the others, a Zombie | |
| And it bombed me, it just bombed me | |
| And when we got to the stoop my father-in-law said 'Were you attacked?' | |
| My aunt, being helpful, said something that made my heart just go sunk | |
| And with a look on her face like something had stunk | |
| 'She's just drunk!' she hissed | |
| I reached for the arm of the armchair and missed | |
| A night out in the tropics | |
| Turned out I couldn't cope | |
| After the School of Fancy Cookery | |
| With Antoinette Pope | |
| I wore the scarf he sent to me | |
| French silk, scarlet blue and cream | |
| He sits, he waits, a coffee on his knee | |
| I wonder if it's as bad as it might seem |
| zuo qu : Friedberger | |
| A night out in the tropics | |
| Turned out I couldn' t cope | |
| After the School of Fancy Cookery | |
| With Antoinette Pope | |
| I learned brazing and saucing, meringue and sift | |
| Knead, flute and flour | |
| Each Thursday for an hour | |
| Cobblers and plum cakes, tarts savory and sweet | |
| A candymaker' s knife in my handbag | |
| A candymaker' s knife in my handbag | |
| Well I learned brazing and saucing, meringue and sift | |
| Knead, flute and flour | |
| Each Thursday for an hour | |
| Cobblers and plum cakes, tarts savory and sweet | |
| A candymaker' s knife in my handbag | |
| A candymaker' s knife in my handbag | |
| That night I was to meet my husband' s father, for the very first time | |
| I wore the scarf he sent to me | |
| French silk, scarlet blue and cream | |
| He sits, he waits, a coffee on his knee | |
| I wonder if it' s as bad as it might seem | |
| Zapped by the Zombie | |
| Zapped, zapped by the Zombie | |
| Zapped by the Zombie in the twodoor Dodge | |
| Twicebaked brioche and pastry pockets | |
| And lock its twodoor Dodge | |
| Zapped by the Zombie | |
| Zapped, zapped by the Zombie | |
| Zapped by the Zombie in the twodoor Dodge | |
| And I did not fail | |
| To bust off a nail as the Dodge door handle dodges my hand | |
| Delicate, delicate hold my hand | |
| Delicate nectarine upsidedown chiffon cake | |
| Dodge down the downtown loop the loop lightly | |
| Hazelnut baby loaves | |
| Hazelnut baby loaves | |
| Hold my hand insideout upsidedown marzipan Milanese | |
| My brain is a blur | |
| Hodgepodge cardinal slice twodoor, brand new | |
| What am I gonna do | |
| ' Cause on the street the amber lights were hellish hot | |
| And the wind in the windows was not giving air | |
| And tropical Napeolons | |
| But it was too late and I didn' t care | |
| And I didn' t care | |
| Because first I went to meet Dr. Christopolous and his wife Claudette | |
| Who at the time was my close girlfriend | |
| They picked my up in their brandnew Dodge | |
| And we went to Trader Vic' s, or Mr. Rick' s | |
| And I ordered, like the others, a Zombie | |
| And it bombed me, it just bombed me | |
| And when we got to the stoop my fatherinlaw said ' Were you attacked?' | |
| My aunt, being helpful, said something that made my heart just go sunk | |
| And with a look on her face like something had stunk | |
| ' She' s just drunk!' she hissed | |
| I reached for the arm of the armchair and missed | |
| A night out in the tropics | |
| Turned out I couldn' t cope | |
| After the School of Fancy Cookery | |
| With Antoinette Pope | |
| I wore the scarf he sent to me | |
| French silk, scarlet blue and cream | |
| He sits, he waits, a coffee on his knee | |
| I wonder if it' s as bad as it might seem |
| zuò qǔ : Friedberger | |
| A night out in the tropics | |
| Turned out I couldn' t cope | |
| After the School of Fancy Cookery | |
| With Antoinette Pope | |
| I learned brazing and saucing, meringue and sift | |
| Knead, flute and flour | |
| Each Thursday for an hour | |
| Cobblers and plum cakes, tarts savory and sweet | |
| A candymaker' s knife in my handbag | |
| A candymaker' s knife in my handbag | |
| Well I learned brazing and saucing, meringue and sift | |
| Knead, flute and flour | |
| Each Thursday for an hour | |
| Cobblers and plum cakes, tarts savory and sweet | |
| A candymaker' s knife in my handbag | |
| A candymaker' s knife in my handbag | |
| That night I was to meet my husband' s father, for the very first time | |
| I wore the scarf he sent to me | |
| French silk, scarlet blue and cream | |
| He sits, he waits, a coffee on his knee | |
| I wonder if it' s as bad as it might seem | |
| Zapped by the Zombie | |
| Zapped, zapped by the Zombie | |
| Zapped by the Zombie in the twodoor Dodge | |
| Twicebaked brioche and pastry pockets | |
| And lock its twodoor Dodge | |
| Zapped by the Zombie | |
| Zapped, zapped by the Zombie | |
| Zapped by the Zombie in the twodoor Dodge | |
| And I did not fail | |
| To bust off a nail as the Dodge door handle dodges my hand | |
| Delicate, delicate hold my hand | |
| Delicate nectarine upsidedown chiffon cake | |
| Dodge down the downtown loop the loop lightly | |
| Hazelnut baby loaves | |
| Hazelnut baby loaves | |
| Hold my hand insideout upsidedown marzipan Milanese | |
| My brain is a blur | |
| Hodgepodge cardinal slice twodoor, brand new | |
| What am I gonna do | |
| ' Cause on the street the amber lights were hellish hot | |
| And the wind in the windows was not giving air | |
| And tropical Napeolons | |
| But it was too late and I didn' t care | |
| And I didn' t care | |
| Because first I went to meet Dr. Christopolous and his wife Claudette | |
| Who at the time was my close girlfriend | |
| They picked my up in their brandnew Dodge | |
| And we went to Trader Vic' s, or Mr. Rick' s | |
| And I ordered, like the others, a Zombie | |
| And it bombed me, it just bombed me | |
| And when we got to the stoop my fatherinlaw said ' Were you attacked?' | |
| My aunt, being helpful, said something that made my heart just go sunk | |
| And with a look on her face like something had stunk | |
| ' She' s just drunk!' she hissed | |
| I reached for the arm of the armchair and missed | |
| A night out in the tropics | |
| Turned out I couldn' t cope | |
| After the School of Fancy Cookery | |
| With Antoinette Pope | |
| I wore the scarf he sent to me | |
| French silk, scarlet blue and cream | |
| He sits, he waits, a coffee on his knee | |
| I wonder if it' s as bad as it might seem |