| Song | Up The Junction |
| Artist | Squeeze |
| Album | Up The Junction |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| (difford/tilbrook) | |
| I never thought it would happen | |
| With me and the girl from clapham | |
| Out on a windy common | |
| That night i ain't forgotten | |
| When she dealt out the rations | |
| With some or other passions | |
| I said you are a lady | |
| Perhaps she said i may be | |
| We moved into a basement | |
| With thoughts of our engagement | |
| We stayed in by the telly | |
| Although the room was smelly | |
| We spent our time just kissing | |
| The railway arms we're missing | |
| But love had got us hooked up | |
| And all our time it took up | |
| I got a job with stanley | |
| He said i'd come in handy | |
| And started me on monday | |
| So i had a bath on sunday | |
| I worked eleven hours | |
| And bought the girl some flowers | |
| She said she'd seen a doctor | |
| And nothing now could stop her | |
| I worked all through the winter | |
| The weather brass and bitter | |
| I put away a tenner | |
| Each week to make her better | |
| And when the time was ready | |
| We had to sell the telly | |
| Late evenings by the fire | |
| With little kicks inside her | |
| This morning at 4:50 | |
| I took her rather nifty | |
| Down to an incubator | |
| Where thirty minutes later | |
| She gave birth to a daughter | |
| Within a year a walker | |
| She looked just like her mother | |
| If there could be another | |
| And now she's two years older | |
| Her mother's with a soldier | |
| She left me when my drinking | |
| Became a proper stinging | |
| The devil came and took me | |
| From bar to street to bookie | |
| No more nights by the telly | |
| No more nights nappies smelling | |
| Alone here in the kitchen | |
| I feel there's something missing | |
| I'd beg for some forgiveness | |
| But begging's not my business | |
| And she won't write a letter | |
| Although i always tell her | |
| And so it's my assumption | |
| I'm really up the junction |
| zuo ci : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| difford tilbrook | |
| I never thought it would happen | |
| With me and the girl from clapham | |
| Out on a windy common | |
| That night i ain' t forgotten | |
| When she dealt out the rations | |
| With some or other passions | |
| I said you are a lady | |
| Perhaps she said i may be | |
| We moved into a basement | |
| With thoughts of our engagement | |
| We stayed in by the telly | |
| Although the room was smelly | |
| We spent our time just kissing | |
| The railway arms we' re missing | |
| But love had got us hooked up | |
| And all our time it took up | |
| I got a job with stanley | |
| He said i' d come in handy | |
| And started me on monday | |
| So i had a bath on sunday | |
| I worked eleven hours | |
| And bought the girl some flowers | |
| She said she' d seen a doctor | |
| And nothing now could stop her | |
| I worked all through the winter | |
| The weather brass and bitter | |
| I put away a tenner | |
| Each week to make her better | |
| And when the time was ready | |
| We had to sell the telly | |
| Late evenings by the fire | |
| With little kicks inside her | |
| This morning at 4: 50 | |
| I took her rather nifty | |
| Down to an incubator | |
| Where thirty minutes later | |
| She gave birth to a daughter | |
| Within a year a walker | |
| She looked just like her mother | |
| If there could be another | |
| And now she' s two years older | |
| Her mother' s with a soldier | |
| She left me when my drinking | |
| Became a proper stinging | |
| The devil came and took me | |
| From bar to street to bookie | |
| No more nights by the telly | |
| No more nights nappies smelling | |
| Alone here in the kitchen | |
| I feel there' s something missing | |
| I' d beg for some forgiveness | |
| But begging' s not my business | |
| And she won' t write a letter | |
| Although i always tell her | |
| And so it' s my assumption | |
| I' m really up the junction |
| zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook | |
| difford tilbrook | |
| I never thought it would happen | |
| With me and the girl from clapham | |
| Out on a windy common | |
| That night i ain' t forgotten | |
| When she dealt out the rations | |
| With some or other passions | |
| I said you are a lady | |
| Perhaps she said i may be | |
| We moved into a basement | |
| With thoughts of our engagement | |
| We stayed in by the telly | |
| Although the room was smelly | |
| We spent our time just kissing | |
| The railway arms we' re missing | |
| But love had got us hooked up | |
| And all our time it took up | |
| I got a job with stanley | |
| He said i' d come in handy | |
| And started me on monday | |
| So i had a bath on sunday | |
| I worked eleven hours | |
| And bought the girl some flowers | |
| She said she' d seen a doctor | |
| And nothing now could stop her | |
| I worked all through the winter | |
| The weather brass and bitter | |
| I put away a tenner | |
| Each week to make her better | |
| And when the time was ready | |
| We had to sell the telly | |
| Late evenings by the fire | |
| With little kicks inside her | |
| This morning at 4: 50 | |
| I took her rather nifty | |
| Down to an incubator | |
| Where thirty minutes later | |
| She gave birth to a daughter | |
| Within a year a walker | |
| She looked just like her mother | |
| If there could be another | |
| And now she' s two years older | |
| Her mother' s with a soldier | |
| She left me when my drinking | |
| Became a proper stinging | |
| The devil came and took me | |
| From bar to street to bookie | |
| No more nights by the telly | |
| No more nights nappies smelling | |
| Alone here in the kitchen | |
| I feel there' s something missing | |
| I' d beg for some forgiveness | |
| But begging' s not my business | |
| And she won' t write a letter | |
| Although i always tell her | |
| And so it' s my assumption | |
| I' m really up the junction |