[00:00.00] 作曲 : Paul Heaton & Dave Rotheray
[00:01.00] 作词 : Heaton, Rotheray
[00:13.61]It's six a.m. and even Big Ben
[00:19.81]Is trying to get his head down for a kip
[00:25.58]But no sooner is it down and it's on with dressing gown
[00:31.33]While this city very rarely loses grip
[00:37.07]But I have a friend who's never up by ten
[00:43.32]He's fast asleep with mouth open wide
[00:49.14]He's lost a lot of jobs but he's won a lot of friends
[00:55.08]And he says to me, he cannot tell the time
[01:00.58]It's seven a.m. and we're coughing up the phlegm
[01:19.41]Spitting out the taste of night before
[01:23.59]And we'll vomit and we'll choke just to climb their tatty rope
[01:30.73]Well, this city has its charm and its claw
[01:35.53]And he'll blame his clock or he'll say he's lost his socks
[01:42.90]And they'll tell you that he's been bitten by a snake
[01:48.78]His excuses are an art from the bottom of his heart
[01:54.59]And he thinks of them whenever he awakes
[02:00.92]It's eight a.m. and we're on the road again
[02:18.99]Racing for a placing at the top
[02:23.55]
[02:24.80]And says green for go for the people in the know
[02:30.49]But for the others all it says is red for stop
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[03:00.84]It's cold and it's damp and they've dug him a grave
[03:06.41]And the ten fifteen merchant's still in bed
[03:12.72]And scrawled upon the headboard for the whole wide world to see
[03:18.41]Is 'Died In The Arms Of Big Ted'