| Song | A Long Long Long Time Ago |
| Artist | The Proclaimers |
| Album | Hit The Highway |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Reid, Reid | |
| Yesterday arrived too quickly | |
| Caught me right off guard | |
| My defence moved in too slowly | |
| Missed it by a yard | |
| I'd just settled down | |
| With a bottle of gin | |
| So i moved on to whiskey | |
| And it hit me again | |
| Memories were raining punches | |
| Down on my head | |
| Knocked me into the past so quickly | |
| They almost raised the dead | |
| So i drank some more booze | |
| And it helped me to sleep | |
| Where i dreamed of my youth | |
| And the secrets i keep | |
| Oh history is a friend of mine | |
| She comes over to my place | |
| And we have a good time | |
| But the memories | |
| She sometimes brings with her | |
| Get out of line | |
| They're out of line | |
| Show me things i don't want to see | |
| (wanna see, wanna see, wanne see) | |
| Remind me of who i thought i was gonna be | |
| (ganna be, gonna be, gonna be) | |
| Take me places i used to go | |
| (used to go, used to go) | |
| A long long time ago | |
| When i woke i remembered nothing | |
| Suppose that's just as well | |
| And although my head was aching | |
| I could hear a bell | |
| So i put on some clothes | |
| And i reached my front door | |
| When i pulled it wide open | |
| She joined me once more | |
| Oh history is a friend of mine | |
| She comes over to my place | |
| And we have a good time | |
| But the memories | |
| She sometimes brings with her | |
| Get out of line | |
| They're out of line | |
| Show me things i don't want to see | |
| (wanna see, wanna see, wanna see) | |
| Remind me of who i thought i was gonna be | |
| (ganna be, gonna be, gonna be) | |
| Take me places i used to go | |
| (used to go, used to go) | |
| A long long time ago | |
| A long long time ago |
| zuo ci : Reid, Reid | |
| Yesterday arrived too quickly | |
| Caught me right off guard | |
| My defence moved in too slowly | |
| Missed it by a yard | |
| I' d just settled down | |
| With a bottle of gin | |
| So i moved on to whiskey | |
| And it hit me again | |
| Memories were raining punches | |
| Down on my head | |
| Knocked me into the past so quickly | |
| They almost raised the dead | |
| So i drank some more booze | |
| And it helped me to sleep | |
| Where i dreamed of my youth | |
| And the secrets i keep | |
| Oh history is a friend of mine | |
| She comes over to my place | |
| And we have a good time | |
| But the memories | |
| She sometimes brings with her | |
| Get out of line | |
| They' re out of line | |
| Show me things i don' t want to see | |
| wanna see, wanna see, wanne see | |
| Remind me of who i thought i was gonna be | |
| ganna be, gonna be, gonna be | |
| Take me places i used to go | |
| used to go, used to go | |
| A long long time ago | |
| When i woke i remembered nothing | |
| Suppose that' s just as well | |
| And although my head was aching | |
| I could hear a bell | |
| So i put on some clothes | |
| And i reached my front door | |
| When i pulled it wide open | |
| She joined me once more | |
| Oh history is a friend of mine | |
| She comes over to my place | |
| And we have a good time | |
| But the memories | |
| She sometimes brings with her | |
| Get out of line | |
| They' re out of line | |
| Show me things i don' t want to see | |
| wanna see, wanna see, wanna see | |
| Remind me of who i thought i was gonna be | |
| ganna be, gonna be, gonna be | |
| Take me places i used to go | |
| used to go, used to go | |
| A long long time ago | |
| A long long time ago |
| zuò cí : Reid, Reid | |
| Yesterday arrived too quickly | |
| Caught me right off guard | |
| My defence moved in too slowly | |
| Missed it by a yard | |
| I' d just settled down | |
| With a bottle of gin | |
| So i moved on to whiskey | |
| And it hit me again | |
| Memories were raining punches | |
| Down on my head | |
| Knocked me into the past so quickly | |
| They almost raised the dead | |
| So i drank some more booze | |
| And it helped me to sleep | |
| Where i dreamed of my youth | |
| And the secrets i keep | |
| Oh history is a friend of mine | |
| She comes over to my place | |
| And we have a good time | |
| But the memories | |
| She sometimes brings with her | |
| Get out of line | |
| They' re out of line | |
| Show me things i don' t want to see | |
| wanna see, wanna see, wanne see | |
| Remind me of who i thought i was gonna be | |
| ganna be, gonna be, gonna be | |
| Take me places i used to go | |
| used to go, used to go | |
| A long long time ago | |
| When i woke i remembered nothing | |
| Suppose that' s just as well | |
| And although my head was aching | |
| I could hear a bell | |
| So i put on some clothes | |
| And i reached my front door | |
| When i pulled it wide open | |
| She joined me once more | |
| Oh history is a friend of mine | |
| She comes over to my place | |
| And we have a good time | |
| But the memories | |
| She sometimes brings with her | |
| Get out of line | |
| They' re out of line | |
| Show me things i don' t want to see | |
| wanna see, wanna see, wanna see | |
| Remind me of who i thought i was gonna be | |
| ganna be, gonna be, gonna be | |
| Take me places i used to go | |
| used to go, used to go | |
| A long long time ago | |
| A long long time ago |