| Song | Liars' Bar |
| Artist | The Beautiful South |
| Album | Blue Is The Colour |
| 作曲 : Paul Heaton & Dave Rotheray | |
| 作词 : Heaton, Rotheray | |
| (heaton/rotheray) | |
| Well sitting in a bar alone | |
| Where no-one knows your name | |
| Is like laying in a graveyard | |
| Wide awake | |
| You're scared that if you cough or yawn | |
| You might wake up the dead | |
| So pretend to read a paper | |
| Or just drink instead | |
| I'm a stand-up comedian | |
| But i'd sit down if i could | |
| The world just seems | |
| To want folk like me to stand | |
| And the punch-lines seem to disappear | |
| Like clouds across the sky | |
| And the laughter could be real | |
| Or could be canned | |
| Rum by the kettle drum | |
| Whiskey by the jar | |
| At liar's bar | |
| Well living with a lying man | |
| Could never really hurt | |
| But living with a drunk | |
| Well no-one deserves | |
| And you're looking for your husband | |
| You're not sure he's still alive | |
| Don't bother with the cemetery | |
| He'll be down at liar's dive | |
| I'm a travelling businessman | |
| I just stopped in for one drink | |
| You'll find | |
| That i'm not like the other men | |
| Their noses are red | |
| Whilst mine is only pink | |
| And they didn't choose their drink | |
| Their drink chose them | |
| Rum by the kettle drum | |
| Whiskey by the jar | |
| At liar's bar | |
| And the grave-digger's smiling | |
| At his reflection in his spade | |
| He's visiting the seediest | |
| The shallowest of graves | |
| The vocal chords of elephants | |
| And the characters of mice | |
| They're singing "whisky, whisky" | |
| So good they named it twice | |
| Well don't pass buildings with lights on | |
| If i said that i did i'd have lied | |
| 'cause what looks like a chinese restaurant | |
| May have chinese new year inside | |
| And son all my life i've been searching | |
| The bars i've been in i forget | |
| The lights outside ever brighter | |
| But a light on the inside not yet | |
| Rum by the kettle drum | |
| Whiskey by the jar | |
| At liar's bar | |
| And he's a world-wide traveller | |
| He's not like me or you | |
| But he comes in mighty regular | |
| For one who's passing through | |
| That one came in his work clothes | |
| He's missed his last bus home | |
| He's missed a hell of a lot of buses | |
| For a man who wants to roam | |
| If i look rough i am rough | |
| If i look sad i am | |
| If i look broke i am broke | |
| Just a broke down piece of man | |
| I've turned over enough leaves | |
| To fill an autumn | |
| And if i had one final wish | |
| I'd be your slave for a decade | |
| If you could take me away from this | |
| If you took me away from this | |
| I'd be different you'd see | |
| 'cause i didn't choose the drink | |
| A drink just chose me | |
| Rum by the kettle drum | |
| Whiskey by the jar | |
| At liar's bar | |
| Well i'm smoking like a chimney | |
| And i'm drinking like a fish | |
| At liar's bar |
| zuò qǔ : Paul Heaton Dave Rotheray | |
| zuò cí : Heaton, Rotheray | |
| heaton rotheray | |
| Well sitting in a bar alone | |
| Where noone knows your name | |
| Is like laying in a graveyard | |
| Wide awake | |
| You' re scared that if you cough or yawn | |
| You might wake up the dead | |
| So pretend to read a paper | |
| Or just drink instead | |
| I' m a standup comedian | |
| But i' d sit down if i could | |
| The world just seems | |
| To want folk like me to stand | |
| And the punchlines seem to disappear | |
| Like clouds across the sky | |
| And the laughter could be real | |
| Or could be canned | |
| Rum by the kettle drum | |
| Whiskey by the jar | |
| At liar' s bar | |
| Well living with a lying man | |
| Could never really hurt | |
| But living with a drunk | |
| Well noone deserves | |
| And you' re looking for your husband | |
| You' re not sure he' s still alive | |
| Don' t bother with the cemetery | |
| He' ll be down at liar' s dive | |
| I' m a travelling businessman | |
| I just stopped in for one drink | |
| You' ll find | |
| That i' m not like the other men | |
| Their noses are red | |
| Whilst mine is only pink | |
| And they didn' t choose their drink | |
| Their drink chose them | |
| Rum by the kettle drum | |
| Whiskey by the jar | |
| At liar' s bar | |
| And the gravedigger' s smiling | |
| At his reflection in his spade | |
| He' s visiting the seediest | |
| The shallowest of graves | |
| The vocal chords of elephants | |
| And the characters of mice | |
| They' re singing " whisky, whisky" | |
| So good they named it twice | |
| Well don' t pass buildings with lights on | |
| If i said that i did i' d have lied | |
| ' cause what looks like a chinese restaurant | |
| May have chinese new year inside | |
| And son all my life i' ve been searching | |
| The bars i' ve been in i forget | |
| The lights outside ever brighter | |
| But a light on the inside not yet | |
| Rum by the kettle drum | |
| Whiskey by the jar | |
| At liar' s bar | |
| And he' s a worldwide traveller | |
| He' s not like me or you | |
| But he comes in mighty regular | |
| For one who' s passing through | |
| That one came in his work clothes | |
| He' s missed his last bus home | |
| He' s missed a hell of a lot of buses | |
| For a man who wants to roam | |
| If i look rough i am rough | |
| If i look sad i am | |
| If i look broke i am broke | |
| Just a broke down piece of man | |
| I' ve turned over enough leaves | |
| To fill an autumn | |
| And if i had one final wish | |
| I' d be your slave for a decade | |
| If you could take me away from this | |
| If you took me away from this | |
| I' d be different you' d see | |
| ' cause i didn' t choose the drink | |
| A drink just chose me | |
| Rum by the kettle drum | |
| Whiskey by the jar | |
| At liar' s bar | |
| Well i' m smoking like a chimney | |
| And i' m drinking like a fish | |
| At liar' s bar |