| Song | Stand Up Guy |
| Artist | Mark Knopfler |
| Album | Shangri-La |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Mark Knopfler | |
| 作词 : KNOPFLER, MARK | |
| brew the coffee in a bucket | |
| double straight man and banjo | |
| if you don’t got the snake oil | |
| buster, you don’t got a show | |
| who puts the doh-re-me | |
| in our pockets | |
| keeps the party going on? | |
| it’s the man | |
| who sells the potions | |
| i’m just one who plays the songs | |
| now they generally buys | |
| the bigger size | |
| they usually rub it in | |
| i drank it once, it tasted | |
| like grease and paraffin | |
| it’s mostly alcohol, okay | |
| you can’t deny it’s strong | |
| we was going through the motions | |
| ‘til the doctor came along | |
| there stands the bottle | |
| ladies and gentlemen | |
| all these bottles | |
| don’t have to tell you, friends | |
| these days miracles | |
| don’t come falling from the sky | |
| raise your glasses to the doctor | |
| to a stand up guy | |
| when the monkeyshine is flying | |
| and he’s promising the cure | |
| he says the french | |
| for your lovesick blues | |
| la maladie d’amour | |
| he gets the chumps all laughing | |
| but he gets a few to buy | |
| here’s to beefsteak | |
| when you’re hungry | |
| and whiskey when you’re dry | |
| now the band’ll blow their moolah | |
| like sailors gone ashore | |
| now we’re going to west helena | |
| to gamble, drink and whore | |
| let’s you and me | |
| all make whoopee | |
| here’s mud in your eye | |
| here’s to all the gals you ever want | |
| and heaven when you die | |
| there stands the bottle | |
| ladies and gentlemen | |
| all these bottles | |
| don’t have to tell you, friends | |
| these days miracles | |
| don’t come falling from the sky | |
| raise your glasses to the doctor | |
| to a stand up guy | |
| there’s a big cheese with a cigar | |
| been sizing up the show | |
| he wants to get the doctor | |
| pitching on the radio | |
| i will make a switch to guitar | |
| but the rules all still apply | |
| they want to trust somebody | |
| yeah, they want a stand up guy | |
| there stands the bottle | |
| here’s to absent friends | |
| all these bottles | |
| dead soldiers in the end | |
| these days miracles | |
| don’t come falling from the sky | |
| raise your glasses to the doctor | |
| to a stand up guy | |
| to the doctor | |
| a stand up guy |
| zuo qu : Mark Knopfler | |
| zuo ci : KNOPFLER, MARK | |
| brew the coffee in a bucket | |
| double straight man and banjo | |
| if you don' t got the snake oil | |
| buster, you don' t got a show | |
| who puts the dohreme | |
| in our pockets | |
| keeps the party going on? | |
| it' s the man | |
| who sells the potions | |
| i' m just one who plays the songs | |
| now they generally buys | |
| the bigger size | |
| they usually rub it in | |
| i drank it once, it tasted | |
| like grease and paraffin | |
| it' s mostly alcohol, okay | |
| you can' t deny it' s strong | |
| we was going through the motions | |
| ' til the doctor came along | |
| there stands the bottle | |
| ladies and gentlemen | |
| all these bottles | |
| don' t have to tell you, friends | |
| these days miracles | |
| don' t come falling from the sky | |
| raise your glasses to the doctor | |
| to a stand up guy | |
| when the monkeyshine is flying | |
| and he' s promising the cure | |
| he says the french | |
| for your lovesick blues | |
| la maladie d' amour | |
| he gets the chumps all laughing | |
| but he gets a few to buy | |
| here' s to beefsteak | |
| when you' re hungry | |
| and whiskey when you' re dry | |
| now the band' ll blow their moolah | |
| like sailors gone ashore | |
| now we' re going to west helena | |
| to gamble, drink and whore | |
| let' s you and me | |
| all make whoopee | |
| here' s mud in your eye | |
| here' s to all the gals you ever want | |
| and heaven when you die | |
| there stands the bottle | |
| ladies and gentlemen | |
| all these bottles | |
| don' t have to tell you, friends | |
| these days miracles | |
| don' t come falling from the sky | |
| raise your glasses to the doctor | |
| to a stand up guy | |
| there' s a big cheese with a cigar | |
| been sizing up the show | |
| he wants to get the doctor | |
| pitching on the radio | |
| i will make a switch to guitar | |
| but the rules all still apply | |
| they want to trust somebody | |
| yeah, they want a stand up guy | |
| there stands the bottle | |
| here' s to absent friends | |
| all these bottles | |
| dead soldiers in the end | |
| these days miracles | |
| don' t come falling from the sky | |
| raise your glasses to the doctor | |
| to a stand up guy | |
| to the doctor | |
| a stand up guy |
| zuò qǔ : Mark Knopfler | |
| zuò cí : KNOPFLER, MARK | |
| brew the coffee in a bucket | |
| double straight man and banjo | |
| if you don' t got the snake oil | |
| buster, you don' t got a show | |
| who puts the dohreme | |
| in our pockets | |
| keeps the party going on? | |
| it' s the man | |
| who sells the potions | |
| i' m just one who plays the songs | |
| now they generally buys | |
| the bigger size | |
| they usually rub it in | |
| i drank it once, it tasted | |
| like grease and paraffin | |
| it' s mostly alcohol, okay | |
| you can' t deny it' s strong | |
| we was going through the motions | |
| ' til the doctor came along | |
| there stands the bottle | |
| ladies and gentlemen | |
| all these bottles | |
| don' t have to tell you, friends | |
| these days miracles | |
| don' t come falling from the sky | |
| raise your glasses to the doctor | |
| to a stand up guy | |
| when the monkeyshine is flying | |
| and he' s promising the cure | |
| he says the french | |
| for your lovesick blues | |
| la maladie d' amour | |
| he gets the chumps all laughing | |
| but he gets a few to buy | |
| here' s to beefsteak | |
| when you' re hungry | |
| and whiskey when you' re dry | |
| now the band' ll blow their moolah | |
| like sailors gone ashore | |
| now we' re going to west helena | |
| to gamble, drink and whore | |
| let' s you and me | |
| all make whoopee | |
| here' s mud in your eye | |
| here' s to all the gals you ever want | |
| and heaven when you die | |
| there stands the bottle | |
| ladies and gentlemen | |
| all these bottles | |
| don' t have to tell you, friends | |
| these days miracles | |
| don' t come falling from the sky | |
| raise your glasses to the doctor | |
| to a stand up guy | |
| there' s a big cheese with a cigar | |
| been sizing up the show | |
| he wants to get the doctor | |
| pitching on the radio | |
| i will make a switch to guitar | |
| but the rules all still apply | |
| they want to trust somebody | |
| yeah, they want a stand up guy | |
| there stands the bottle | |
| here' s to absent friends | |
| all these bottles | |
| dead soldiers in the end | |
| these days miracles | |
| don' t come falling from the sky | |
| raise your glasses to the doctor | |
| to a stand up guy | |
| to the doctor | |
| a stand up guy |