[00:00.00] 作词 : Becker, Fagen
[00:08.25]Charlie freak had but one thing to call his own
[00:15.49]Three weight ounce pure golden ring no precious stone
[00:23.23]Five nights without a bite
[00:25.66]No place to lay his head
[00:29.53]And if nobody takes him in
[00:33.27]Hell soon be dead
[00:44.63]On the street he spied my face I heard him hail
[00:51.99]In our plot of frozen space he told his tale
[00:59.67]Poor man, he showed his hand
[01:02.29]So righteous was his need
[01:06.03]And me so wise I bought his prize
[01:09.84]For chicken feed
[01:15.14]
[01:21.35]Newfound cash soon begs to smash a state of mind
[01:28.27]Close inspection fast revealed his favorite kind
[01:36.20]Poor kid, he overdid
[01:38.70]Embraced the spreading haze
[01:42.50]And while he sighed his body died
[01:46.12]In fifteen ways
[02:04.78]When I heard I grabbed a cab to where he lay
[02:12.02]round his arm the plastic tag read d.o.a.
[02:19.75]Yes jack, I gave it back
[02:22.37]The ring I could not own
[02:26.18]Now come my friend Ill take your hand
[02:29.74]And lead you home