Scatsville Lyrics

	作词 : Franks
	Ran to Penn Station and mad my train
	Immediately fell asleep until I heard
	The conductor say: "Next stop
	Where-it's-Atsville."
	Sunlight on the Hudson an amber glow
	Like "Crepuscule with Nellie" dialed
	Down low
	When I reached my stop
	The platform sign said: "Scatsville."
	I said: "Wait!" and I turned around
	But the doors where closed and the train
	Was gone
	And I though: "This ain't
	Where-I-hang-my-Hatsville."
	And the question I asked of each passerby
	Was met with the same singsong reply:
	"Jack, you are now in Scatsville."
	It's the language of madmen
	When you talk through your hat
	My Eleventh Commandment's:
	"Thou Shalt Not Scat!"
	Mr. Feather sighed and he seemed
	Depressed
	When I complained of scat on my
	Blindfold Test
	So how
	How'd I get to Scatsville?
	Live every saxophonist who play bop
	It's a little habit that hard to stop
	One day you find yourself in Scatsville
	With all the cats in Scatsville

	zuo ci : Franks
	Ran to Penn Station and mad my train
	Immediately fell asleep until I heard
	The conductor say: " Next stop
	Whereit' sAtsville."
	Sunlight on the Hudson an amber glow
	Like " Crepuscule with Nellie" dialed
	Down low
	When I reached my stop
	The platform sign said: " Scatsville."
	I said: " Wait!" and I turned around
	But the doors where closed and the train
	Was gone
	And I though: " This ain' t
	WhereIhangmyHatsville."
	And the question I asked of each passerby
	Was met with the same singsong reply:
	" Jack, you are now in Scatsville."
	It' s the language of madmen
	When you talk through your hat
	My Eleventh Commandment' s:
	" Thou Shalt Not Scat!"
	Mr. Feather sighed and he seemed
	Depressed
	When I complained of scat on my
	Blindfold Test
	So how
	How' d I get to Scatsville?
	Live every saxophonist who play bop
	It' s a little habit that hard to stop
	One day you find yourself in Scatsville
	With all the cats in Scatsville

	zuò cí : Franks
	Ran to Penn Station and mad my train
	Immediately fell asleep until I heard
	The conductor say: " Next stop
	Whereit' sAtsville."
	Sunlight on the Hudson an amber glow
	Like " Crepuscule with Nellie" dialed
	Down low
	When I reached my stop
	The platform sign said: " Scatsville."
	I said: " Wait!" and I turned around
	But the doors where closed and the train
	Was gone
	And I though: " This ain' t
	WhereIhangmyHatsville."
	And the question I asked of each passerby
	Was met with the same singsong reply:
	" Jack, you are now in Scatsville."
	It' s the language of madmen
	When you talk through your hat
	My Eleventh Commandment' s:
	" Thou Shalt Not Scat!"
	Mr. Feather sighed and he seemed
	Depressed
	When I complained of scat on my
	Blindfold Test
	So how
	How' d I get to Scatsville?
	Live every saxophonist who play bop
	It' s a little habit that hard to stop
	One day you find yourself in Scatsville
	With all the cats in Scatsville

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