| Song | On a Night Like You |
| Artist | Golden Earring |
| Album | Millbrook USA |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hay, Kooymans. G. | |
| You know the first time I saw the X-Files | |
| I was stoned as usual | |
| Here comes Scully walking in | |
| Zappin' through the Cartwrights | |
| Fox Mulder went and lost his gun | |
| He keeps holding on to the flashlight | |
| Shining bright on lost memories | |
| Scully, I can't forget your sweet sixteen | |
| I'm not an alien | |
| I fear it's not a dream | |
| I wish you'd recognize the voice | |
| That sang your favourite song | |
| At Kansas City Airport | |
| Got the jukebox on wheels, hello | |
| There's a Talkin' Head silently | |
| Tappin' on my shoulder | |
| I'm standing there I'm stunned | |
| Flying high as a kite | |
| My hero he turns out to be | |
| Just an ordinary guy | |
| Lickin' on a lollypop | |
| Looking insecure | |
| One look in his eyes and I knew for sure | |
| I might never come this close, to a rising star | |
| I may be crazy, but he killed me with that song | |
| And oh, on a night like you | |
| And oh, on a night like you | |
| And oh, on a night like you | |
| When memories explode.... | |
| Faster, faster | |
| It's pure delight | |
| Flashing past and blinding my eyes | |
| Memories you've been trying to blow away | |
| Keep on coming back again | |
| The band is in the basement | |
| It's Saturday night | |
| In Richmond, VA after a gig with The Pie | |
| Seeing it all through the clouds of my birthday surprise | |
| Delicious Donna decides to write a new episode | |
| I remember being introduced | |
| Stevie's face was small | |
| He just kept me reeling | |
| Man, we were laughing at the dark | |
| Getting ready to march all the way back home to Mars | |
| One last fuel stop at Itchycoo Park | |
| And oh, on a night like you | |
| And oh, on a night like you | |
| And oh, on a night like you | |
| When memories tend to explode |
| zuo ci : Hay, Kooymans. G. | |
| You know the first time I saw the XFiles | |
| I was stoned as usual | |
| Here comes Scully walking in | |
| Zappin' through the Cartwrights | |
| Fox Mulder went and lost his gun | |
| He keeps holding on to the flashlight | |
| Shining bright on lost memories | |
| Scully, I can' t forget your sweet sixteen | |
| I' m not an alien | |
| I fear it' s not a dream | |
| I wish you' d recognize the voice | |
| That sang your favourite song | |
| At Kansas City Airport | |
| Got the jukebox on wheels, hello | |
| There' s a Talkin' Head silently | |
| Tappin' on my shoulder | |
| I' m standing there I' m stunned | |
| Flying high as a kite | |
| My hero he turns out to be | |
| Just an ordinary guy | |
| Lickin' on a lollypop | |
| Looking insecure | |
| One look in his eyes and I knew for sure | |
| I might never come this close, to a rising star | |
| I may be crazy, but he killed me with that song | |
| And oh, on a night like you | |
| And oh, on a night like you | |
| And oh, on a night like you | |
| When memories explode.... | |
| Faster, faster | |
| It' s pure delight | |
| Flashing past and blinding my eyes | |
| Memories you' ve been trying to blow away | |
| Keep on coming back again | |
| The band is in the basement | |
| It' s Saturday night | |
| In Richmond, VA after a gig with The Pie | |
| Seeing it all through the clouds of my birthday surprise | |
| Delicious Donna decides to write a new episode | |
| I remember being introduced | |
| Stevie' s face was small | |
| He just kept me reeling | |
| Man, we were laughing at the dark | |
| Getting ready to march all the way back home to Mars | |
| One last fuel stop at Itchycoo Park | |
| And oh, on a night like you | |
| And oh, on a night like you | |
| And oh, on a night like you | |
| When memories tend to explode |
| zuò cí : Hay, Kooymans. G. | |
| You know the first time I saw the XFiles | |
| I was stoned as usual | |
| Here comes Scully walking in | |
| Zappin' through the Cartwrights | |
| Fox Mulder went and lost his gun | |
| He keeps holding on to the flashlight | |
| Shining bright on lost memories | |
| Scully, I can' t forget your sweet sixteen | |
| I' m not an alien | |
| I fear it' s not a dream | |
| I wish you' d recognize the voice | |
| That sang your favourite song | |
| At Kansas City Airport | |
| Got the jukebox on wheels, hello | |
| There' s a Talkin' Head silently | |
| Tappin' on my shoulder | |
| I' m standing there I' m stunned | |
| Flying high as a kite | |
| My hero he turns out to be | |
| Just an ordinary guy | |
| Lickin' on a lollypop | |
| Looking insecure | |
| One look in his eyes and I knew for sure | |
| I might never come this close, to a rising star | |
| I may be crazy, but he killed me with that song | |
| And oh, on a night like you | |
| And oh, on a night like you | |
| And oh, on a night like you | |
| When memories explode.... | |
| Faster, faster | |
| It' s pure delight | |
| Flashing past and blinding my eyes | |
| Memories you' ve been trying to blow away | |
| Keep on coming back again | |
| The band is in the basement | |
| It' s Saturday night | |
| In Richmond, VA after a gig with The Pie | |
| Seeing it all through the clouds of my birthday surprise | |
| Delicious Donna decides to write a new episode | |
| I remember being introduced | |
| Stevie' s face was small | |
| He just kept me reeling | |
| Man, we were laughing at the dark | |
| Getting ready to march all the way back home to Mars | |
| One last fuel stop at Itchycoo Park | |
| And oh, on a night like you | |
| And oh, on a night like you | |
| And oh, on a night like you | |
| When memories tend to explode |