| Song | The Wizard of Menlo Park |
| Artist | Chumbawamba |
| Album | UN |
| 作曲 : Chumbawamba | |
| Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow | |
| And everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go | |
| Old Thomas Edison, mixing up the medicine | |
| Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon | |
| See them all come with their wires and booms | |
| And their itchy little thumbs saying, "play your funky drum" | |
| Each jump in the dark we claim as our own | |
| We know it's a lie, we never acted alone | |
| Each jump in the dark | |
| Each jump in the dark | |
| The machine became the star, beats to the bar | |
| Poor Gus Dudgeon lying in his car | |
| Down in the basement messing with the moment | |
| Alchemy and elements, smashing up your instruments | |
| Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine | |
| Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon | |
| See them all come with their wires and booms | |
| And their itchy little thumbs saying, "play your funky drum" | |
| A foot in the past, a head in a book | |
| A soup of opinion, a ladle of luck | |
| Each jump in the dark | |
| Each jump in the dark | |
| Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine | |
| Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon | |
| See them all come with their wires and booms | |
| And their itchy little thumbs saying, "play your funky drum" | |
| It takes a little time but the contract's airtight | |
| Which came first, the chicken or the egg? | |
| The money's in the black but the needle's in the red | |
| One, two, one, two, check, | |
| Wednesday, Wednesday, Mississippi, yeah... | |
| Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine | |
| Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon | |
| See them all come with their wires and booms | |
| And their itchy little thumbs saying, "play your funky drum" |
| zuò qǔ : Chumbawamba | |
| Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow | |
| And everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go | |
| Old Thomas Edison, mixing up the medicine | |
| Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon | |
| See them all come with their wires and booms | |
| And their itchy little thumbs saying, " play your funky drum" | |
| Each jump in the dark we claim as our own | |
| We know it' s a lie, we never acted alone | |
| Each jump in the dark | |
| Each jump in the dark | |
| The machine became the star, beats to the bar | |
| Poor Gus Dudgeon lying in his car | |
| Down in the basement messing with the moment | |
| Alchemy and elements, smashing up your instruments | |
| Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine | |
| Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon | |
| See them all come with their wires and booms | |
| And their itchy little thumbs saying, " play your funky drum" | |
| A foot in the past, a head in a book | |
| A soup of opinion, a ladle of luck | |
| Each jump in the dark | |
| Each jump in the dark | |
| Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine | |
| Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon | |
| See them all come with their wires and booms | |
| And their itchy little thumbs saying, " play your funky drum" | |
| It takes a little time but the contract' s airtight | |
| Which came first, the chicken or the egg? | |
| The money' s in the black but the needle' s in the red | |
| One, two, one, two, check, | |
| Wednesday, Wednesday, Mississippi, yeah... | |
| Old Thomas Edison mixing up the medicine | |
| Messing up time from Accrington to Amazon | |
| See them all come with their wires and booms | |
| And their itchy little thumbs saying, " play your funky drum" |