| Song | Porcelain Monkey |
| Artist | Warren Zevon |
| Album | Life'll Kill Ya |
| 作词 : Calderon, Zevon | |
| He was an accident waiting to happen | |
| Most accidents happen at home | |
| Maybe he should have gone out more often | |
| Maybe he should have answered the phone | |
| Hip-shaking shouting in gold lame | |
| That's how he earned his regal sobriquet | |
| Then he threw it all away | |
| For a porcelain monkey | |
| He threw it away for a porcelain monkey | |
| Gave it all up for a figurine | |
| He traded it in for a night in Las-Vegas | |
| And his face of velveteen | |
| From a shotgun shack singing Pentacostal hymns | |
| Through the wrought iron gate to the TV room | |
| He had a little world, it was smaller than your hand | |
| It's a rockabilly ride from the glitter to the gloom | |
| Left behind by the latest trends | |
| Eating friend chicken with his regicidal friends | |
| That's how the story ends | |
| With a porcelain monkey | |
| He threw it away for a porcelain monkey | |
| Gave it all up for a figureine | |
| He traded it in for a night in Las Vegas | |
| And his face of velveteen | |
| Hip-shaking shouting in gold lame | |
| That's how he earned his regal sobriquet | |
| Then he threw it all away | |
| For a porcelain monkey | |
| He threw it away for a porcelain monkey | |
| Gave it all up for a figurine | |
| He traded it in for a night in Las Vegas | |
| And his face of velveteen | |
| Porcelain monkey | |
| Porcelain monkey | |
| Porcelain monkey | |
| (Anyone teaches me how to upload the scroll lyrics? lol) |
| zuò cí : Calderon, Zevon | |
| He was an accident waiting to happen | |
| Most accidents happen at home | |
| Maybe he should have gone out more often | |
| Maybe he should have answered the phone | |
| Hipshaking shouting in gold lame | |
| That' s how he earned his regal sobriquet | |
| Then he threw it all away | |
| For a porcelain monkey | |
| He threw it away for a porcelain monkey | |
| Gave it all up for a figurine | |
| He traded it in for a night in LasVegas | |
| And his face of velveteen | |
| From a shotgun shack singing Pentacostal hymns | |
| Through the wrought iron gate to the TV room | |
| He had a little world, it was smaller than your hand | |
| It' s a rockabilly ride from the glitter to the gloom | |
| Left behind by the latest trends | |
| Eating friend chicken with his regicidal friends | |
| That' s how the story ends | |
| With a porcelain monkey | |
| He threw it away for a porcelain monkey | |
| Gave it all up for a figureine | |
| He traded it in for a night in Las Vegas | |
| And his face of velveteen | |
| Hipshaking shouting in gold lame | |
| That' s how he earned his regal sobriquet | |
| Then he threw it all away | |
| For a porcelain monkey | |
| He threw it away for a porcelain monkey | |
| Gave it all up for a figurine | |
| He traded it in for a night in Las Vegas | |
| And his face of velveteen | |
| Porcelain monkey | |
| Porcelain monkey | |
| Porcelain monkey | |
| Anyone teaches me how to upload the scroll lyrics? lol |