| Song | Swordfishtrombone |
| Artist | Tom Waits |
| Album | Swordfishtrombones |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Waits | |
| Well he came home from the war | |
| with a party in his head | |
| and modified Brougham DeVille | |
| and a pair of legs that opened up | |
| like butterfly wings | |
| and a mad dog that wouldn't | |
| sit still | |
| he went and took up with a Salvation Army | |
| Band girl | |
| who played dirty water | |
| on a swordfishtrombone | |
| he went to sleep at the bottom of | |
| Tenkiller lake | |
| and he said "gee, but it's | |
| great to be home." | |
| Well he came home from the war | |
| with a party in his head | |
| and an idea for a fireworks display | |
| and he knew that he'd be ready with | |
| a stainless steel machete | |
| and a half a pint of Ballentine's | |
| each day | |
| and he holed up in room above a hardware store | |
| cryin' nothing there but Hollywood tears | |
| and he put a spell on some | |
| poor little Crutchfield girl | |
| and stayed like that for 27 years | |
| Well he packed up all his | |
| expectations he lit out for California | |
| with a flyswatter banjo on his knee | |
| with a lucky tiger in his angel hair | |
| and benzedrine for getting there | |
| they found him in a eucalyptus tree | |
| lieutenant got him a canary bird | |
| and shaked her head with every word | |
| and Chesterfielded moonbeams in a song | |
| and he got 20 years for lovin' her | |
| from some Oklahoma governor | |
| said everything this Doughboy | |
| does is wrong | |
| Now some say he's doing | |
| the obituary mambo | |
| and some say he's hanging on the wall | |
| perhaps this yarn's the only thing | |
| that holds this man together | |
| some say he was never here at all | |
| Some say they saw him down in | |
| Birmingham, sleeping in a | |
| boxcar going by | |
| and if you think that you can tell a bigger tale | |
| I swear to God you'd have to tell a lie... |
| zuo ci : Waits | |
| Well he came home from the war | |
| with a party in his head | |
| and modified Brougham DeVille | |
| and a pair of legs that opened up | |
| like butterfly wings | |
| and a mad dog that wouldn' t | |
| sit still | |
| he went and took up with a Salvation Army | |
| Band girl | |
| who played dirty water | |
| on a swordfishtrombone | |
| he went to sleep at the bottom of | |
| Tenkiller lake | |
| and he said " gee, but it' s | |
| great to be home." | |
| Well he came home from the war | |
| with a party in his head | |
| and an idea for a fireworks display | |
| and he knew that he' d be ready with | |
| a stainless steel machete | |
| and a half a pint of Ballentine' s | |
| each day | |
| and he holed up in room above a hardware store | |
| cryin' nothing there but Hollywood tears | |
| and he put a spell on some | |
| poor little Crutchfield girl | |
| and stayed like that for 27 years | |
| Well he packed up all his | |
| expectations he lit out for California | |
| with a flyswatter banjo on his knee | |
| with a lucky tiger in his angel hair | |
| and benzedrine for getting there | |
| they found him in a eucalyptus tree | |
| lieutenant got him a canary bird | |
| and shaked her head with every word | |
| and Chesterfielded moonbeams in a song | |
| and he got 20 years for lovin' her | |
| from some Oklahoma governor | |
| said everything this Doughboy | |
| does is wrong | |
| Now some say he' s doing | |
| the obituary mambo | |
| and some say he' s hanging on the wall | |
| perhaps this yarn' s the only thing | |
| that holds this man together | |
| some say he was never here at all | |
| Some say they saw him down in | |
| Birmingham, sleeping in a | |
| boxcar going by | |
| and if you think that you can tell a bigger tale | |
| I swear to God you' d have to tell a lie... |
| zuò cí : Waits | |
| Well he came home from the war | |
| with a party in his head | |
| and modified Brougham DeVille | |
| and a pair of legs that opened up | |
| like butterfly wings | |
| and a mad dog that wouldn' t | |
| sit still | |
| he went and took up with a Salvation Army | |
| Band girl | |
| who played dirty water | |
| on a swordfishtrombone | |
| he went to sleep at the bottom of | |
| Tenkiller lake | |
| and he said " gee, but it' s | |
| great to be home." | |
| Well he came home from the war | |
| with a party in his head | |
| and an idea for a fireworks display | |
| and he knew that he' d be ready with | |
| a stainless steel machete | |
| and a half a pint of Ballentine' s | |
| each day | |
| and he holed up in room above a hardware store | |
| cryin' nothing there but Hollywood tears | |
| and he put a spell on some | |
| poor little Crutchfield girl | |
| and stayed like that for 27 years | |
| Well he packed up all his | |
| expectations he lit out for California | |
| with a flyswatter banjo on his knee | |
| with a lucky tiger in his angel hair | |
| and benzedrine for getting there | |
| they found him in a eucalyptus tree | |
| lieutenant got him a canary bird | |
| and shaked her head with every word | |
| and Chesterfielded moonbeams in a song | |
| and he got 20 years for lovin' her | |
| from some Oklahoma governor | |
| said everything this Doughboy | |
| does is wrong | |
| Now some say he' s doing | |
| the obituary mambo | |
| and some say he' s hanging on the wall | |
| perhaps this yarn' s the only thing | |
| that holds this man together | |
| some say he was never here at all | |
| Some say they saw him down in | |
| Birmingham, sleeping in a | |
| boxcar going by | |
| and if you think that you can tell a bigger tale | |
| I swear to God you' d have to tell a lie... |