| Song | Cue Fanfare |
| Artist | Prefab Sprout |
| Album | Swoon |
| 作词 : McAloon | |
| Some expressions take me back, like 'hair of gold' and | |
| 'sweet mary' and 'running to me'. | |
| The sweet sweet songs that cloud your eyes - nostalgia supplies. | |
| Loredo hihgstreet buried me - beneath an oak tree. | |
| As this is to me:then so to you is something else, | |
| That keeps you up long past your bedtime, tearing hair. | |
| The sweetest moment comes at last - the waitings over, | |
| In shock they stare and cue fanfare. | |
| When bobby fischer's plane - plane plane - touches the ground - | |
| Plane plane he'll take those russian boys and play them out of town. | |
| The sweetest moment comes at least - the waitings over, | |
| In shock they stare and cue fanfare. | |
| When bobby fischer's plane - plane plane - touches the ground - | |
| Plane plane he'll take those russian boys and play them out of town, | |
| Playing for blood as grandmasters should. | |
| Some obsessions take me back, like 'hair of golf' and 'sweet mary' | |
| And 'running to me'. | |
| The sweet sweet songs that cloud your eyes - nostalgia supplies. | |
| Loredo hihgstreet buried me - beneath an oak tree. |
| zuò cí : McAloon | |
| Some expressions take me back, like ' hair of gold' and | |
| ' sweet mary' and ' running to me'. | |
| The sweet sweet songs that cloud your eyes nostalgia supplies. | |
| Loredo hihgstreet buried me beneath an oak tree. | |
| As this is to me: then so to you is something else, | |
| That keeps you up long past your bedtime, tearing hair. | |
| The sweetest moment comes at last the waitings over, | |
| In shock they stare and cue fanfare. | |
| When bobby fischer' s plane plane plane touches the ground | |
| Plane plane he' ll take those russian boys and play them out of town. | |
| The sweetest moment comes at least the waitings over, | |
| In shock they stare and cue fanfare. | |
| When bobby fischer' s plane plane plane touches the ground | |
| Plane plane he' ll take those russian boys and play them out of town, | |
| Playing for blood as grandmasters should. | |
| Some obsessions take me back, like ' hair of golf' and ' sweet mary' | |
| And ' running to me'. | |
| The sweet sweet songs that cloud your eyes nostalgia supplies. | |
| Loredo hihgstreet buried me beneath an oak tree. |